Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
& D& T5 A) \. lhaving transformed4 e: R# R" A# Q" l+ g
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
0 v+ b7 b5 `! _3 T- r4 Uinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
; F8 c" a- B3 bwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
8 u1 S n* t7 S5 q5 aso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
" a* P6 w( a$ U# a) U+ i9 T ~0 k/ ZWe who came first and are ready to dine
0 V9 k. r R: h& p- q7 {, {" m8 @thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
6 L/ m; V8 V; f# d& y2 Ebut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
& @0 T Q, r! `5 pwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
( M" X$ {; ?1 kInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others & D* G8 _4 D1 d
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.2 k4 B" ]: v# {/ `' s, n5 ]# @
Now,6 k M( m7 w7 j
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
. S7 }2 D" @6 T$ J# y6 w9 lthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
# B3 Z1 _& P9 V0 |, C6 }9 HWe thank you for people so generous and kind( P4 _' g, o" J6 {5 l7 u. V
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,$ k; p3 u, L7 ?2 x
" U: R) f. p3 G, [Amen.