Canadian Thanksgiving; a Sonnet for my Canadian Friends

At the Fork, in Winnipeg

At the Fork, in Winnipeg

As this Monday 14th October is Thanksgiving Day in Canada am posting here a sonnet for Thanksgiving which I have written for all  my North American friends. But today I am particularly grateful for the hospitality I recieved on my Recent trip to Winnipeg from Steve Bell, and the good people at St. Bendict’s Table and St. Benedict’s Monastery.

There is no feast of Thanksgiving in either the British national or church calendars, but it seems to me a good thing for any nation to set aside a day for the gratitude which is in truth the root of every other virtue. So here is an Englishman’s act of thanksgiving. as always you can hear the poem by clicking on the play button if it appears or on the title.

I composed this as part of a friendly competition with some American poets to compose Petrarchan sonnets on the theme of Thanksgiving. Check out this Excellent Sonnet from my friend the academic and poet Holly Ordway. You will see that we have both been influenced by the ideas and language of CS Lewis’s fellow inkling Charles Williams.

This sonnet comes from my sequence Sounding the Seasonswhich came out last year with Canterbury Press. since we don’t keep thanksgiving I have made it pasrt of a mini-sequence of three centred on the feast of All Saints, which we have recently celebrated. I took the photograph on a morning walk by the river cam, a walk whose views are a constant spur to thanksgiving! The image that follows the poem is by Margot Krebs Neale My next book with Canterbury Press, The Singing Bowl, comes out this month! Come to the launch at 7:30pm on November 6th At St. Edward’s in Cambridge.


Thanksgiving starts with thanks for mere survival,
Just to have made it through another year
With everyone still breathing. But we share
So much beyond the outer roads we travel;
Our interweavings on a deeper level,
The modes of life that embodied souls can share,
The unguessed blessings of our being here,
The warp and weft that no one can unravel.

So I give thanks for our deep coinherence
Inwoven in the web of God’s own grace,
Pulling us through the grave and gate of death.
I thank him for the truth behind appearance,
I thank him for his light in every face,
I thank him for you all, with every breath.

Image by Margot Krebs Neale


Filed under literature, Poems

6 responses to “Canadian Thanksgiving; a Sonnet for my Canadian Friends

  1. Thank you, Malcolm. “I thank him for the truth behind appearance.”



  2. Well done. Thank you for this.

  3. Dear Malcolm,
    So wonderful to read this lovely sonnet – I am playing Vivian Bearing in “Wit” right now and I am immersed in the Holy Sonnets of John Donne… I am thinking of you! Blessings,
    Debbie Smyth (Bob sends greetings too)

  4. Thanks, Malcolm. We’ll share this through a link on our saint benedict’s table website. Cheers…

  5. Pingback: A Sonnet for Thanksgiving | Prayers & Creeds

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