It’s Thanksgiving Eve and I’m preparing bad weather. You will see nine people tomorrow round the table plus another couple coming for dessert. I’m also answering email and studying the various holiday messages which are moving to the various mailing lists that I subscribe. It’s depressing.
The majority of the emails have to do with plans for tomorrow’s dinner, about who’s cooking the poultry and just how. Not really a hint associated with a twinge of misgiving about feasting with an animal who resided an unhappy existence and died a terrible dying for your loved ones holiday. Each one is happily unaware of what it really way to kill these animals–and I believe oftentimes, the “not knowing” is as simple as choice. It can make me feel somewhat hopeless.
Although the vacation of thanks, I usually feel inclined to create elegance a prayer of supplication–for benefits for that creatures but for the hearts of the users to become touched with whim. This prayer was compiled by British novelist John Galsworthy (he authored The Forsyte Saga). I discovered it within the book Love the Creatures: Meditations and Hopes, edited through the Reverend Andrew Linzey and Tom Regan. I’ve altered it simply a small bit to really make it a bit more ecumenical. We see clearly at Thanksgiving this past year and i believe we’ll see clearly again tomorrow.
To any or all the standard monsters there be,
To any or all the wild birds on land and ocean,
Great Spirit sweet protection give,
That free and happy they might live.
And also to our hearts the rapture bring
Of affection for each living factor
Model of all of us one kin, and bless
Our ways with your personal gentleness.