Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
( s% ?( G) f" l& d. d" Ahaving transformed
% e+ ` Z, F% x* P: ]* |, ^sunshine and soil and water and seed,6 `! y' ]3 H. u: Z3 @
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
) T6 g/ d! A6 Z" }+ p/ a5 o6 Bwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
! P" X( M6 u0 t3 ?0 Nso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
|2 A0 {( r/ A; Y4 l; i* PWe who came first and are ready to dine
7 x; W0 t) r3 k9 L u7 j" jthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ! g" A; f: ^& N) K
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
% U7 j5 V8 `& R# e5 L2 z. fwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.2 A( \0 J1 Y! y
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others - i" r$ @* Z$ c$ ]
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
; m' s2 y2 o3 n6 X! K1 qthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ! U/ @5 d7 n* c- b
We thank you for people so generous and kind' V$ v9 i; c. t
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,/ Q! }- e- G5 {) h
) ~! Y# v2 }2 BAmen.