Off to the local grocers’ this morning. I’m glad that the people who work there keep on going. It can’t be very easy, stacking shelves, dealing with confused people and with drunks who think face-coverings are for wimps. It’s a great job they do, and essential. Kudos.
But kudos butters no parsnips.
Thank you God,
for the food that grows,
for the people who farm it,
those who transport it,
those who work in shops to sell it.
Thank you God.
Give us all, this day, our daily bread.