Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
9 x" W; K" Z3 \! |& D _having transformed* I( I0 s- o6 @1 { t
sunshine and soil and water and seed,+ O' R0 ~# a1 J( ?$ u
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 0 M! q8 e. n2 ~, G
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
- J4 E% _( K! E4 J; ^* G1 uso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.: k, E. L7 p' z! `) }" s
We who came first and are ready to dine
; f& [! P2 ~- D3 R' nthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
2 y( T- t5 l5 P' d; I; xbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
& Y5 |7 \5 _" E5 F% P _/ Qwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
0 N3 A2 E% k! ~' G) p8 G$ Q$ tInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ! \* s7 v4 } C5 Z
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
( F. Y7 `. L: {2 V; LNow,% Q; I5 b( e# n" J
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 0 f% D, c1 {0 D7 q" ?) q5 Y) C3 m
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
+ n0 H3 T: S4 u! d. UWe thank you for people so generous and kind
3 Z B# `6 ~2 C' @and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,8 P- J8 f2 E/ c
, O v2 `7 M, @7 z9 Y8 T6 {Amen.