November was here, colder than usual compared

To many others,

This was to be a snow-filled holiday, but it’s

Thanksgiving again.

Today will also have an unexpected visitor not yet

Discovered,

From a great distance, this traveler will trek to

Change some lives.

Morning is here, it’s very cold as we all gather

downstairs for coffee,

We send the kids out to get some wood to

Build a nice, warm fire.

It gets busy early with everyone preparing

For this special day,

A stranger makes his way, while we take

Some things for granted, a lesson of

Importance we will all learn, a stranger on

His way.

Walking the streets, a story to tell as the

Snow and cold are no friend,

A next meal, shelter over one’s head, with

Every step, a friend is close.

Within the warmth of this home, a day

Of thanks and love, out of the window,

A soul I did see, walking slowly under

The snowing sky, that could be me.

Invited in, was this person with no place

To be, an identity to be seen,

a story was told, appreciated what we did

Not See. Thanksgiving with a stranger.

Keith Garrett