A Grace for Yale Divinity School, Thanksgiving, 1976
You can’t say grace
If you don’t feel gratitude.
And in this old land
“I paid for it, so I deserve it”
Is an on-going national attitude.
Sure, we mortals croon
‘Cause we walked on the moon
Minutely divining its latitude.
But till time comes to end
Or there’s no more to spend
There’ll be no real change in our habitude:
The trouble with Grace
Is that new time and space
Is perennially bloating our vanitude.
What we need right now
As we sit down to chow
Is a mirror: To check-out our finitude.
PK
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