deer

Naphtali

(Genesis 49:21)

We say grace

As an association with blessing

Bless our food, bless us

As we eat it

And as we use the nourishment

Singly and together

I was asked (selected) to

Share grace at family camp

Deer Valley, Pennsylvania

I wanted to say something grown-up

Over the microphone

But was told to say the childish

One we learned to say at dinner time

I was a child

So it was okay

Now I can’t recall which prayer

It was

Wait, here it is

Thank you for the world so sweet

Thank you for the food we eat

Thank you for the birds that sing

Thank you, God, for everything!

(a sibling can correct me)

What is the source for a proper

Citation?

I don’t know; I don’t think I want to know

The source is childhood

And grace in remembering

C L Couch

Photo by Yangfan Gan on Unsplash

Happy Tails, Happy Trails

I grew up with cats, with
Dogs, partly with a horse
(an entire horse), some
Guinea pigs, I think, and
Fish I could not relate to

There was a rabbit (maybe
Two rabbits—you know
How they are), a rescued
Bird

I met a big snake one time
At a program with a guide;
I enjoyed petting the snake

Feeling its muscles move
Beneath the skin

I enjoyed a staring contest
With a deer across the
Yard; actually, we were
Both walking the local
Cemetery and caught, as
If to trap, each other’s eyes

The things—Scripture’s
Creeping things—with tails
Are the ones I seem to
Do best with; I suppose I
Create a cheat out of
Belief and hope that the
Ones with tails and I are
Getting along

Well, what can I say? My
Wish (I don’t think Dale
Evans Rogers would mind)—

Happy tails, happy trails

this work is incited (that is, inspired in
an especially zealous way) in part by a
delightful blog and an extraordinary
group, Three Chatty Cats, celebrating
wondrously the rescue of cats

http://threechattycats.com/2016/02/08/the-odd-cat-sanctuary/
http://threechattycats.com/