Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
						
						
																											Lord, * \' J& ]; ]7 L0 n
having transformed
/ m7 B% a9 X& a# Esunshine and soil and water and seed,. }  u3 B  q! Y: K0 G
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ) E5 U" H" I$ l8 V( Y; h
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 
5 |" t( P7 V8 \# n+ h4 e: ?( ~so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
( `1 ?0 ^' V* X* JWe who came first and are ready to dine
; Z" L& G3 `, k! r! B9 Ithank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 
! O1 L6 q8 s' Hbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 
, Y0 j2 R; b' e  h* ^9 vwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate./ `* t- p; C4 |, K7 t: ^( s
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 
1 T' V9 l3 W+ J) C7 Wthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
6 j3 Q# Q8 G  O8 S) r0 t- t/ a' ?Now,
' ~2 |' j  y" m4 Z( @- ~We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 7 i5 r2 \3 h% i! u
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted . C& S7 R' s& _
We thank you for people so generous and kind
' V0 h, e1 s2 Aand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,, P. O) B( c: Y3 I5 S) Y
# ~5 g9 E* T0 @  i6 i' ~Amen.