Maybe it`s the colder weather and extra blanket on my bed.
Maybe it`s the abundance of harvest in field and garden.
Maybe it`s the return to school and the end of summer.
Maybe it`s the feeling alive each precious morning
Maybe it's the loneliness and pain of many around me.
Maybe I simply choose thanksgiving over anger and scarcity, over bitterness and dismay.
I give thanks, and say this doxology of praise:
For food in a world where many walk in hunger;
for faith in a world where many walk in fear;
for friends in a world where many walk alone,
we give you humble thanks, O Lord.
(VU 551, Anonymous words)
Tu nous rassasies alors que beaucoup ont faim ;
nous tiens en la foi pour combattre les peurs ;
tu mets des amis, précieux, sur nos chemins ;
Dieu, merci du fond de nos cœurs.
(trad. David Fines, 2006)
Rev. David