A Thanksgiving to God

*** Revised Common Lectionary *** Lectionary Reading: Psalm 105:1-6, 23-26, 45b CLASSIC POEM: A Thanksgiving to God, for his House Robert Herrick Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell, A little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof: Under the spars of which I lie Both soft, and dry; Where Thou my chamber for to ward Hast set a guard Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep Me, while I sleep. Low is my porch, as is my fate, Both void of state; And yet the threshold of my door Is worn by th’ poor, Who thither come and freely get Good words, or meat. Like as my parlour, so my hall And kitchen’s small; A little buttery, and therein A little bin, Which keeps my little loaf of bread Unchipp’d, unflead; Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit, And glow like it. Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is Thine, And all those other bits, that be There plac’d by Thee; The worts, the purslain, and the mess Of water-cress, Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet. ‘Tis Thou that crown’st my glittering hearth With guiltless mirth; And giv’st me wassail-bowls to drink, Spic’d to the brink. Lord, ’tis Thy plenty-dropping hand That soils my land; And giv’st me, for my bushel sown, Twice ten for one; Thou mak’st my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day; Besides my healthful ewes to bear Me twins each year; The while the conduits of my kine Run cream, for wine. All these, and better, Thou dost send Me, to this end, That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart, Which, fir’d with incense, I resign, As wholly Thine; But the acceptance, that must be, My Christ, by Thee. *** This poem is in the public domain, and may be read in a live-streamed worship service. CONTEMPORARY POEM: Six Recognitions of the Lord (#6) Mary Oliver SNIPPET: … I thirst and am given water. My eyes thirst and I am given the white lilies on the black water. My heart sings but the apparatus of singing doesn’t convey half what it feels and means. … [ READ THE FULL POEM ]