Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
+ y/ ?7 I2 l H& s( ^having transformed
v+ D# L- J: c1 R& [& p7 vsunshine and soil and water and seed,* w0 {/ \! M% I- q. V9 A
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 2 y, B t9 }, {; N( k
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
6 C& d" a! G- L- }. w1 Dso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.* z0 r' p5 u) q
We who came first and are ready to dine
5 w& r6 e; s7 U! Bthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
+ v- \; H( t# A, q' |but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ; |: y: j6 X+ Q4 M) O+ \0 l4 E
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
. t3 b* J1 Y5 L2 }& @% K0 sInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others * b) \1 ~8 e, \* p O
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.' P# i! ^4 X2 x6 a& T4 p- }
Now,
( ` F# T& y! { B+ L: b) AWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
# l, e/ ~1 _/ A* m7 R( ythe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
% F+ W) U3 ?- L9 K# s7 x( }We thank you for people so generous and kind
5 {; x: {" Q v3 `8 @# {" |2 Uand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
