Thought
Energy of sprightly youth
Some refined some uncouth
In crisp fresh air we feel alive
But that’s a feeling we contrive
Though energy is to us on loan
We feel we have it as our own
Plant opens its hands of leaves
From sunlight only life it weaves
Light, carbon, oxygen too
Inside roots tunnel through
Water drawn from fertile soil
Make potatoes that we boil
Huff and puff on oxygen thrown
Munch and crunch spuds grown
Spending this energy as we wish
Pause and thank the plant for this
Running around on sunshine canned
Is due to grand arrangement planned
From here on, take not for granted
Sun’s energy and what was planted
Prayer
O Lord, thy energy is perfectly arranged that I may glorify and thank Thee. “My energy” is really derived from Thee who lights the sun and stands to weave the earth around Thy Self. Where I stand too, thou art there weaving a body around Thyself. May I never claim it as my own but thankfully offer it back to Thee.
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