Father in the wind-blown heavens, we watch in wonderment as you set plumb again the axle of our greening earth.
Even at the sixth hour this morning we needed no lantern to attend those blessed yeaning things on the bright rye straw in the big red barn.
Now when the daytime gets as long as the night, God's new springtime is here surely enough.
Make us as ready as the robins are.
For whenever the time may come, we want to turn over to you more than five barley loaves and two little fishes.
Make us strong but humble; just but kind; and every day, rain or shine, smiling.
Amen.
(from the book, The Farmer Gives Thanks; photo via everystockphoto.com)
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