With this Breath (a Poem for Thanksgiving)

With this Breath
(a poem for Thanksgiving)

With this breath I whisper
words of my forgetting
For memory fails me when
I reach back
to my beginning

You were there in that
moment of mystery
When life filled my frame
and Spirit poured
into my being

So many breaths I have
taken without notice
But now I pause to
remember from where
life came

You must smile at our time
of “Thanksgiving,”
For you remember what
we so often
seem to forget

We are an extension of
your love for us
Our breath is from you
and our life
is pure gift

O God of all Creation
with this breath
we say
“thank you.”