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下面这个如果你能背下来就应该足够了,带点感情慢点说,呵呵Mary Oliver tells the story of giving something awayin a short poem she calls “Philip’s Birthday.”We can imagine that Philip is a young boy,maybe 10 years old, who received a gift.Listen to the poet’s story: I gave,to a friend that I care for deeply,something that I loved.It was only a smallextremely shaped bonethat came from the earof a whale.It hurt a littleto give it away.The next morningI went out, as usual,at sunrise,and there, in the harbor,was a swan.I don’t knowwhat he or she was doing there,but the beauty of itwas gift.Do you see what I mean?You give, and you are given. “You give, and you are given,”the poet reminds us,and this is a Thanksgiving message.This week, I hope to remember my blessings - among them, a loving family, a strong body, work I love –just as I hope you will remember yours.But in this season of Thanksgiving,I want to ask myself, not just what I have,but also:What am I giving?What, while I am here, and living, am I giving away?These are Thanksgiving questions,for when we give away some of what we have or part of who we are,we become more fully alive,and we celebrate life. Giving, though, sometimes can be hard.It can sometimes hurt to give, as the wise poet so honestly confesses. It hurt, a little, she tells us, to give away her treasured whale bone. Why does it sometimes hurt to give? It can hurt, in part, because somewhere inside,we fear that there isn’t enough to give. Our culture, as the Buddhist writer Sharon Salzberg tells us, teaches us “to believe that we are not enough,we do not have enough,and we must accumulate and acquireexperiences and people and objects to feel okay, or at least better.”Our culture encourages a sense of scarcity –the sense that there isn’t enough to go around,not enough things, not enough money, not enough time, not enough love. We can, though, choose to look at our lives, and ourselves, in a different way. “Abundance,” Sharon Salzberg says, “is an inner sense.” Wealthier people, she says, can have a hard time givingand poorer people can feel that, though they don’t have much,there’s always enough to share. Krishna Das could give away his jacket because, as he said, “the world is full of jackets.” Remember the Taoist wisdom from the Tao De Ching:“One who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.” It comes down to believing that we are enoughand that, whatever life brings,there will be enough, always enough. When I use the word “enough”I am not just talking about enough jackets or enough things or enough money.I mean that and something more.Sometimes we can be slow to give of ourselves.We don’t always meet one another in this lifewith an open heart, ready to give of our time and care,ready to help, open to love.What can hold us back is a sense of scarcity.On the outside, we may give the appearance of being strong, independent, confident, but on the inside,we can sometimes fear that, somehow, we are not enough, not worthy enough,not quite loveable enough.And so we hold back, and hold onto our love. We meet life, and others, with a sense of scarcity,with a list of complaints and criticisms,as if giving some care and kindness awaywould leave us with less for ourselves. The truth is: giving away love brings us more. “The one thing that can never be taken from us,even by death,”wrote the late Forrest Church, “is the love we give away before we go.” You may know that Forresthad served for the past 30 years as minister to our All Souls congregation in Manhattanbefore his death in September.In his book, Love & Death,he writes:“Our indifference, cynicism, and hard feelings will leave little mark. The world quickly sloughs off our complaints against it – but love it and someone, somewhere will remember. . . . Love,” he says, “is the one thing death cannot kill.”Remember that line from the poet,“You give, and you are given.”