Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
, g( _1 \$ t* g# T% ^5 o5 z5 U0 ~having transformed, c9 }8 B( ?; t5 E' K
sunshine and soil and water and seed,% {/ K+ j# z9 @% L/ ~4 L2 J
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
" `4 L6 [9 y7 vwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
7 L- x) O6 ~7 N9 Fso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
$ \$ {$ S( m8 v y$ EWe who came first and are ready to dine
5 T: Q" t1 V4 cthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ; z1 B1 `/ s( Z7 N+ H
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 9 X4 \, v6 _+ A5 X7 o' g2 k
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.3 y/ `0 s5 p5 B2 t
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
5 o5 f# n' [: Q8 y4 c$ a3 M) T! S' Athe way we were taught by our own loving mothers." a: f0 @& \! K8 y' b
Now,
2 ~ a- N; F* m. c; {2 ]1 aWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ! r( K5 e5 F* d+ t7 s
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
1 K5 I5 t! {8 d; N4 r6 WWe thank you for people so generous and kind
, F+ H) ?" m \0 V+ K4 Pand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,7 v7 z- q# a2 O/ f: k
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Amen.