thanks and giving can be a battlefield

Let us rise up and be thankful; for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. Buddha

Let us rise up and be thankful; for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.
Buddha

this time of year finds me recalling the meal shared by the natives of america and the immigrants.  i am not clear whether we are living up to the original intention of that fabled ritual. could our national dysfunction have been part of the plan?  did we begin this holiday ritual with a second agenda or is it simply our nature to be at odds with ourselves? immigrant and native, brother and brother, our family of (wo) man.

We are young
Heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We’re losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside
And when all this gets old, will it still feel the same
There’s no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold

We are young
Heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

Songwriters: CHAPMAN, MICHAEL DONALD / KNIGHT, HOLLY

 

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