Shenandoah

Charlie Anderson’s Prayer

Lord,

We cleared this land;

We plowed it, sowed it, and harvested it.

We cooked the harvest.

It wouldn’t be here—we wouldn’t be eating it—if we hadn’t done it all ourselves.

We worked dog-bone hard for every crumb and morsel

But we thank you just the same anyway, Lord, for this food we’re about to eat.

Amen.