Whose Hand

Almighty Keeper of the seasons, whose hand but thine could have banked the earth so skillfully or again ridden the sun from Capricorn to Cancer without a bobble, bringing us so glorious a summer? 

This grass and hay, we would graze with better beasts and harvest with willing hands, so that all thy children might have milk and meat. 

Help us, O Lord, to blast the pests and the weeds as the devil and his plagues. 

Bless the brides. 

The graduates too. 

Thanks be to thee for decorating the world with all these roses. 

For them, and for us, 


(from the book, The Farmer Gives Thanks; photo by Markus Spiske via unsplash.com)

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