Glory be to God for Dirt—

For backyard soil
as dark and dense
as the midnight sky.
And for all the creatures
who make this ground
their earthy home—
the wiggly ones
and leggy ones
and the tiny ones
our eyes can’t see.

Father in Heaven and King of Kings,
We seek Your Wisdom,
Your Will, and Your Way.

Thank You for dark mornings,
Where light unhurriedly arrives.
May rhythms of being rooted
Reform in us as autumn assuredly arrives.

Thank you for produce,
For the food from the ground,
Growing in it, on it, and above it.

May our prayer for food create a pause,
That enlarges our hearts through
Gratitude, confession, lament, and longing
For the availability of food for all.

May the roots of our life reach deeper
In this threshold of time,
And in this sacred place.