Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
7 E9 o+ w6 E) n+ Vhaving transformed
0 F6 l6 J9 A' z5 o' Vsunshine and soil and water and seed,& n( k( s% K# h) H. W
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
5 T& S/ L6 m' _1 Q" ?we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
$ `- D; ] T5 Q0 i* jso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
7 Y+ S, Y5 z* n3 |We who came first and are ready to dine
' O6 m0 V& Y2 O( O; j- sthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
7 i) }2 U1 Q! m" C% {* J* f/ e. o/ }but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
4 g) _# x1 q# C/ N6 q! v' n% Zwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.5 \: x) t6 L! Y
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others X, z6 J; n) ~- t, j+ F' m
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.3 \( z8 h3 F9 @" t7 F
Now,
0 L9 H+ d% z! z K% M- [* ?' j6 pWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 3 U' O; T; h$ I
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted l7 E( \" g7 C( `
We thank you for people so generous and kind/ z8 I/ D; D0 z: i+ j
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,5 j# L5 l5 p, q3 H1 Q" G
0 `( ~' P$ ?. b D" s$ AAmen.