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Deep peace of the running waves to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the smiling stars to you,
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the song of peace to you.
I think Thanksgiving must be a difficult time for those who feel bereft or abandoned. I remember my first Thanksgiving prayer with the children at the Soup Kitchen nearly 20 years ago. Brother Ray and I had worked hard to promote prayers of gratitude among the children. One distraught 9-year-old girl shouted out, “I ain’t thankful for anything. I don’t even know who my daddy is.” Her pain stayed with me for a long, long time—but eventually, her life got better and she often expressed words of gratitude.
It’s the end of the growing season at Earthworks Urban Farm, a program of the Capuchin Soup Kitchen.