Wednesday ~ August 10, 2016

Lord, bless those hands, the harvesters. Bless the travelers who gather our food, and those who grow it, clean it, cook it, who bring it to our tables. Bless the laborers whose faces we do not see - like the girl my grandmother was, walking the rails home; bless us that we remember.

(Natasha Trethewey, b. 1966)