A walk again this morning, getting back just as it was starting to spit. Being quite early, I got to see a couple of deer. They seemed quite tan compared to the last one I saw…
For no good reason, I supposed they were a doe and child.
At the rising of the morning,
when the farmer goes out for a day’s work
with hope in her heart,
we shall praise you.
Although she knows the score, the risks,
seed that doesn’t grow, floods, drought, glut, famine,
she goes to work anyway.
God give us all that hope;
for somewhere, somewhen,
in ways we do not yet know,
our efforts will yield a harvest;
and on that day, and today,
we shall praise you.