Thanksgiving Poem: Callings

I have a tradition of posting a poem on Thanksgiving. This was inspired by my friend Bethanie.

Callings

My crock pot army's lined up on the table

For marching orders at the crack of dawn.

The carrot cake is frosted. Pies are baked—

Two apple pies, a pumpkin, and pecan.

I used a cup of butter in the stuffing—

The sage and onions in a steaming bliss

Sour cream was dumped into potatoes:

No skimping for a special day like this.

We pulled outdated food from both the fridges

And fed it to our flock of spoiled cats.

Yet still we had to push and reconfigure

To make room for heaping bowls and pans and vats.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and I'm ready

To set a table bounteous with food,

To welcome guests and family all around it

To feast on food and conversation good.

While I'm here rubbing pepper on the turkey,

A friend of mine, full half the world away

Dispenses medicines to refugees,

And dozens come to see her every day.

One of them was my age, so she says,

Desperate not for medicine, but for

A chance to tell her story and be heard—

A ghastly tale of loss and shocking gore.

My friend could only listen to her briefly,

Unable to repair the broken life.

"Oh Father, how much less can I, from here,

A simple, cooking, stirring mom and wife. . .

Do anything to make the slightest difference

In all the world's disaster and despair.

How happily I'd give up all that butter

If it would give that grieving woman care."

I felt the Father say, "I placed you here.

In this white farmhouse kingdom you are queen.

The door is yours to open, the food is yours

To minister to wounds and loss unseen.

Tomorrow you will gather strangers in

Your children will be bringing lonesome friends.

Ask me to bless the words and mashed potatoes,

So stuffing ministers and salad mends.

Not only far away are broken lives

Not only half the world away are tears.

The hopeless souls are closer than you know

So that is why I chose to place you here."

My crock pot army's lined up on the table.

Ready to march, and similarly I'm

Getting up to roast that massive turkey

And love the world one meal at a time.