As Glitter Dances Upon Tables
As Glitter Dances Upon Tables
Today He waits for the arrival of Thanksgiving prayers as they gather, feasting their eyes on the multitude of colors that adorn the table. Palettes will bathe in richness. Fancy china sparkles beside a kaleidoscope of hues that dance in the reflection of crystal goblets.
Today He watches as they lower their heads and join hands in unison. A chorus of multilingual notes blend before completing their journey from Earth to sky. He will gather prayers, not denying acceptance to any thoughts sent His way, for an occasional whisper is better than none at all.
Today He is saddened. His children marvel in abundance as sterling silver glistens. They feast but do not ponder. He wonders why they do not marvel at the twinkle of the stars, the moonlight as it blankets them with serenity, a blade of grass, or a blossomed flower. Nature provides more richness to embrace than what sits upon their tables. And unlike crystal, a star will never fall and shatter. The moonlight will not cease to be nor will soil disintegrate into nothingness, even when trampled and abused.
Today He cries as they bow their heads and share compassion’s touch holding hands. Many times, their eyes are blinded to the reality that each day is a blessing. Earth is the most bountiful banquet table around which to feast. So often, they forget that each and everyone one is part of the same human family.
And so they fail to gather, hold hands and build unity, except on days like today when bread is broken among many. Seldom heard voices do their praying, and thoughts of the homeless awaken while man-made glitter sparkles and dances upon tables.
Today He wonders about tomorrow.
About this poem
This was written on the day after Thanksgiving many years ago.
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Submitted by Giselavigil on November 14, 2024
Modified by Giselavigil on November 15, 2024
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