From the hands of your earth
and the lap of your sky,
your gifts are poured on us each day.
Your arms surround us with your care;
accept our love and thanks, we pray.
- lyrics by Jean Janzen, a Mennonite poet
[baked butternuts, waiting to be scooped out for pie]
[always patched, always tasty]
[dried out for the cornbread dressing - recipe in More with Less]
[turkey carcass turning into stock overnight in the crockpot]
So many blessings, so many undocumented and unnoticed. Thank you, God, even for the blessings we can't name. . . "accept our love and thanks, we pray. . ."