"The Thanksgivings" by Harriet Maxwell Converse

As we gather to celebrate Thanksgiving, it's a time to reflect on the many blessings in our lives. In the spirit of this season, I am delighted to share with you "The Thanksgivings," a poignant poem translated from a traditional Iroquois prayer by Harriet Maxwell Converse (1836 – 1903). Harriet, an advocate for Native American rights and a respected figure in their communities, skillfully translated this prayer, preserving its essence and depth.

This poem is a beautiful homage to nature, expressing profound gratitude for the world that sustains and nourishes us. It encapsulates the cultural and spiritual beliefs of the Iroquois people, who deeply revered the Great Spirit, a central figure in their spirituality representing the interconnectedness of all life.

In the original Iroquois prayer, the Great Spirit is thanked for the gifts of nature and life. The use of "Him" in this translation refers to this revered entity, embodying respect and gratitude for the natural world. In our version, to embrace inclusivity and the universal nature of these sentiments, we present the poem with references to both "Him" and "Her," acknowledging that the divine transcends human constructs of gender.

Enjoy this journey through words that remind us of our connection to the earth, the sky, and the myriad elements that make our world a place of wonder and nourishment.

Enjoy!

"The Thanksgivings" by Harriet Maxwell Converse

We who are here present thank the Great Spirit that we are here to praise Him/Her.

We thank Him/Her that He has created men and women, and ordered that these beings shall always be living to multiply the earth.

We thank Him/Her for making the earth and giving these beings its products to live on.

We thank Him/Her for the water that comes out of the earth and runs for our lands.

We thank Him/Her for all the animals on the earth.

We thank Him/Her for certain timbers that grow and have fluids coming from them for us all.

We thank Him/Her for the branches of the trees that grow shadows for our shelter.

We thank Him/Her for the beings that come from the west, the thunder and lightning that water the earth.

We thank Him/Her for the light which we call our oldest brother, the sun that works for our good.

We thank Him/Her for all the fruits that grow on the trees and vines.

We thank Him/Her for his goodness in making the forests, and thank all the tree spirits that dwell in them.

We thank Him/Her for the darkness that gives us rest, and for the kind Being of the darkness that gives us light, the moon.

We thank the Great Spirit that we have the privilege of this pleasant occasion.