A time for universal meditation
on thankfulness for the abundance of
nature's generosity when long-gone
generations paused, assessed their
season's harvest and prostrated themselves
before the mysterious hidden power
whose formula for existence all had
reason to be grateful for. No longer do
we toil as once was done to till the soil
and seed it and harvest the results that
would feed the world through the long
sterile months of winter. Yet tradition
demands that obeisance to the foundation
of wealth, health and the security of the
future enshrined in our very marrow of
enduring survival be forever ritualized.
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