Hello God, it's me, Mara

You know, Lord, quite some years ago, Ruth Townsend wrote a poem about the Colors Of Thanksgiving:

“Thanksgiving comes in shades of brown And Pilgrim black and white. A touch of red for falling leaves, A sliver moon at night. Rich yellow corn heaped high in bins, Wheat that is golden, too. Beets, onions, carrots tucked away, in every size and hue. An azure sky that’s background for A pumpkin-orange sun. Some trees with needles ever-green, Gray bunnies on the run. God is the artist; nature paints the colors that we love. Our hearts give thanks for beauty here, Send down from heaven above!”

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