The Tipping Point
. . . . . . .Triggered by a radio question (on Talk Of The Nation
or On Point?)
. . . . . . .which was "Who won't be at your Thanksgiving table this year?"
ghosts began appearing in my head
since no one is actually gone
til they disappear from all memory and these are shared;
perhaps more at that table than this, maybe not,
now as I travel a path ever closer to theirs.
The tipping point when you have known more than you now know.
With thanks for all with whom bread has been broken over prayer.
With thanks for all present the love to share.
Family and friends savored, just as the food.
and thanks to all who brought us to this point
ghosts of Thanksgiving past invited too.
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