Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
% [' h2 s1 w8 a; u' [8 `( bhaving transformed, G0 V0 r" o' b& r) p1 r
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
+ P& D1 `" W+ c( _into food upon which we are soon to feed,
5 M- ?' b7 C v! h( iwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
7 a6 e! q% @: Z& F% `so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.7 D3 i. {% b, M8 R; W8 P9 K8 i
We who came first and are ready to dine
9 O4 C9 y5 t8 Ethank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
* F# X5 ], [1 M/ Pbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
5 E5 D, x& K9 Q' s* g% d% C: Xwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.' S! g# Z5 {* R( x
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
$ D. ] V" Z3 [- P. V' w9 m& ?the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.! B. n, R' k3 ^$ d" }5 m
Now,
# ~' ^1 w5 M" VWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted % F A- H3 ]* f, n: A N8 e
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
4 t) R, z& M& ]We thank you for people so generous and kind
' c. d% h2 ` Oand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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0 P3 [3 [" v3 ~1 ^" V" N' VAmen.