Table Blessing

“Bless these foods to our use.
Oh, Lord!” He’d say.
(I still can see his gray
Head bent above his work-worn
Hands, so lately occupied
With tasks of barn and field.)
And, at his words, our simple
Foodstuffs seemed to yield
A glow of worth….
Not of this earth.
When father bent his head
To ask a blessing on our bread.
Things seemed so right.
God must have loved the sight!

AMERICAN AGRICULTURIST