Large post cards in the middle of
Our Thanksgiving service.
Printed in large letters on the
Front was, "I thank God for you."
The pastor gave us instructions.
"Write a note to someone who
Helped you when you were in
A dark valley. Do it now."
And as he sat on the step on
The platform to write his
Thanks, I sat in the pew and
Wrote mine.
I thanked my friend who wrapped
Me and my girls in her arms when
My husband, their daddy died.
I'll never forget.
The tears came as I wrote the note.
But I was surprised as
I was walking out of the
Sancutary when a dear
Elderly friend placed a
Card in my hand. It simply said,
"Thank you, Dorothy, for
Being there for me."
She was referring to her dark,
Desperate experience of probably
Forty years ago.
She hadn't forgotten either.
As I hugged her, the tears
Surfaced again.
I'll mail my post card to Alice today,
And I'll stick Helen's note on my
Mirror, a tender reminder of
The joyous joy in giving and
Receiving thanks.