Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
6 |# x1 I: I* Qhaving transformed# `2 d/ b8 I0 u% O6 B, \$ f3 i
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
! k' `# s( s# a$ u$ Z Uinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
3 R) I; p$ V7 \! Q5 Q3 dwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
" X. T/ O$ \( K+ b% R0 p: Y; @so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
8 @+ _! G5 w/ ZWe who came first and are ready to dine
5 [. _. \3 `# S- B& b/ Pthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ( |3 G ? R: E, B
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
4 \/ b x: p1 g9 F' t* A" }we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
) _; P, L9 v' w2 F8 M" HInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
" R. }6 k1 Y! O- C2 i6 ~9 z: u" \the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
% j9 B: @" D- g" c( fNow,
5 n* |+ k. S( {We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
6 a* A' j, A S) Ythe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
1 Y9 i- j M, z1 _We thank you for people so generous and kind' T. f. V8 a7 O- ^* \' b1 Z
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,, a* x$ Y* l! T1 W
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Amen.
