Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
0 i5 X8 W0 i- n U" @/ C: t+ Qhaving transformed
3 J. [7 G& K, e- k# u6 ksunshine and soil and water and seed,/ v% @' z. s2 l8 W8 @5 H- m
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
9 n; [$ f9 I/ K4 swe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
0 n% l4 m& Y4 V3 Dso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
( [3 z% F% p! p7 V* UWe who came first and are ready to dine
: V+ b6 \0 c' f$ L) D4 D. A0 a n$ f" gthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, + m- h6 O/ ^7 Y$ B# H
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
* P4 D+ T( u' vwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate." i4 |* z# B7 c% F3 L
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
" K4 N* D* H5 [* i$ y0 {the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
, A0 W# [; w; ?; K$ U$ fNow,5 [/ u. J- s- c. k1 y- T1 Z
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
$ f- Y3 i7 _* A6 m, b8 C9 e4 g1 }the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
! V& A2 V3 U0 S9 gWe thank you for people so generous and kind
! `5 O; @- B3 G N4 x. ]+ l! Jand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,! h H% @! T A( A
0 C* Q/ _ G, `; L: m- r- }Amen.