In The Cathedral On Thanksgiving Day

Alone in the cathedral this November day
Or so I thought, as I prayed away fears
Cool morning air and the fallen leaves
Your voices bringing me to tears

You were there in the sunlit leaves
Unseen, perhaps, but not unfelt
I ask who is there? Who is it that grieves?
Geese answered me, my heart to melt


Thankful in the cathedral, that I am not alone
On the heron’s blue wings, I see
A spirit land among us, sunlight shone
Bright on my icy skin, and our souls in three

Might it be ghosts? Or unrequited love?
Details not of my concern
For in that moment brief

It was all of you I could discern

For now, this is enough.

(In memoriam of G-maw, E. and C.: Thanksgivings that were and will never be)