A Villanelle

We commemorate our living
this time of grief and chaos,
a moment of thanksgiving.
Never once forgetting,
we watch the road before us,
we commemorate our living.
We are never missing
the grace of hope within us,
a moment of thanksgiving,
And find ourselves resisting
the dread now placed upon us,
we commemorate our living.
This life itself providing
its breath, once more enfolds us,
a moment of thanksgiving.
With arms and hands uplifting
the very least among us,
we commemorate our living,
a moment of thanksgiving.
It is likely the most pivotal and potentially dark Thanksgiving Day we have yet experienced in our country. As in the 1600s, will we be a people more akin to the original Pilgrims or will we be a continuance of the Puritans who closely followed? Though they share the same religious heritage, their praxis was remarkably opposite.
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Never been to a table you could hold hands over. Commemorate the moment. Thanking you for the poem.