Editor, Gazette-Journal:

I’m grateful for humility that bakes the finest pie,A single slice, Thanksgiving day, my soul will satisfy,Then spread with sauce of kindliness, all warmed and gooey through,Will soften me with thankfulness that I can bring to you.

An apple pie with crumble crust, the apples grown from truth,That comes with spice, and sugar, too, will stick to every tooth,And sometimes crunch, as though it’s hard to see or comprehend,But all the wounds that need to heal, by truth will fully mend.

And then there’s virtue in each bite of generosity,The sharing pie, with scoops of love, is topped with piety,That gives and gives and then accepts us all for what we are,A tiny bite, miraculous, will carry beauty far.

The strongest pie of thankfulness is made with honesty,So difficult, the mirror harsh, of complex destiny,Is laced with goodness, sadness, too, the face that shows us all,That pride, it’s true, if close embraced will cause a scary fall.

To feel these virt...