The ways You make us Holy
Oh the ways You make us holy
are the ways You make us humble
for from the humus we have come –
and to the humus we shall return
while every step on this earth
is a root in the soil of Your creation.
Just because we are planted in dirt
does not make us dirty,
but we never ascend far from the ground;
You, who are the centre and circumference,
garden the soul of our short cycle;
husband our branches and limbs.
Prune our un-fruited reaches
and bind up our bending boughs;
Till and weed the soil around
the core of our being,
for the ways You make us humble
are the ways You make us holy.
As we gather harvests of many kinds, bearing the fruit of labours, may you have a mindful and grateful Thanksgiving.