Rev. Max Coots “The Vegetable Prayer” (edited)
Let us give thanks for a bounty of people.
For children who are our second planting, and though they grow like weeds and the wind too soon blows them away, may they remember fondly where their roots are.
For generous friends with hearts as big as hubbards, and smiles as bright as blossoms;
For feisty friends as tart as apples;
For continuous friends, who, like scallions, keep reminding us that we’ve had them;
For crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb and as indestructible;
For funny friends, as silly as Brussels sprouts
And serious friends, as complex as cauliflowers and as intricate as onions;
For friends as unpretentious as cabbages and friends, like parsnips, who can be counted on to see you through the winter;
For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening-time And young friends coming on as fast as radishes;
For loving friends, who wind around us like tendrils and hold us, despite our blights, wilts, and witherings;
And, finally, for those friends now gone, but who fed us in their times that we might have life thereafter; for this bounty of friends, we give thanks.