Everlasting Thanksgiving Feast

Happy Thanksgiving to  my American Friends 🦃💖🙏 and to everyone because with so much to be thankful for, every day is a good day for giving thanks Ps.119:89-91Your word, O LORD, is everlasting;it is firmly fixed in the heavens.Your faithfulness continues through all generations;You established the earth, and it endures.Your ordinances stand to this day,for all things are servants to You. Jer.31:3The LORD has appeared of old to me, saying: “Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you. Ps.90:2Before the mountains were brought forth, Or ever You had formed the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God. Today is like a table lowered, lavished with a feast...(Some feast-fragments' that helped inspire today's poem/hymn) For laughter, glorious laughter to counter life’s lack with cheerFor friends, for cups of tea while mirth and miseries are shared...(the tea was what I have dubbed Garden Tea, Dried mint, lavender, fennel and marigold) For hues that tell the season without calendars and such... Like a place to call home-sweet-home, ...like love of families Today is like a table lowered, lavished with a feastInto the fray of circumstance mercy’s buffet is borne/bornOnce more God bares His loving heart, for greatest to the leastFaithful and true, His grace imparts the majesty of mornFor love’s un-stoppered boundlessness, thankfulness overflowsFor promises unaltered by the course of centuriesFor smorgasbords of blessing to brighten world-full-of- woesLike a place to call home-sweet-home, like love of families For seasons not yet cast in Past’s Big Book of Moments SpentFor hope and joy and peace, by God’s eternal Word, securedFor joy still set before us until time’s frail veil is rentAnd we behold the everlasting glory of the LordFor laughter, glorious laughter to counter life’s lack with cheerFor friends, for cups of tea while mirth and miseries are sharedFor wonder’s sheer delight that only God can commandeerFor elixir of poetry as ink-inklings are snared For flowerpots, for curious tots with lots of questions whyFor Duty’s common ground crowned by heaven-wide masterpieceFor the rare afternoon that hangs a hammock from the skyAnd bids us climb aboard before dusk snuffs its glorious leaseFor nature’s tapestries that awe the soul and stun our gazeFor tranquil woodland wander-lands free from wordy demandsFor tea kettles that sing as if this is the-good-ole-daysFor humble testimonies uttered my work-calloused hands For kitchens heady with aromas, we will soon destroyAs we smack lips and scrape and lick dinner platters and traysFor Christmas-time-a-coming and glad tidings of great joyFor heads that bow and hearts that still and spill in thankful praiseFor hues that tell the season without calendars and suchFor dues that mortal reason will never quite apprehend/comprehendFor more than we can name or tame with thought’s deficient touchWe gather into worship hymns we pray will never end Where today, like a table is lowered from He who fedyet twelve baskets remainedLord, remind us that it is You who grants our daily breadLest we forget, and live as if the feast was self-attainedBehold, today is like a table, love and kindness-graced Behold, goodness and mercy flows, for greatest to the leastA smorgasbord of favors and flavors for us to taste  Like honored guests at an Everlasting, Thanksgiving Feast © Janet Martin