Bless the arms of this chair

I lean upon, and there

Across the table bless

Doris my wife, and our sons

In their childishness.

Oh, all of us at once.

Bless what we have loved,

Shined up, and moved around.

Bless this Thursday air

Our open windows found.

But who, Who's out there?

I thought something moved.

Bless cold water in this glass.

Bless hot meat on this plate.

What we'll eat tomorrow bless,

And yesterday we ate,

Now blood and voice and mine

At my table as Your sign.

Bless this asker first.

Hearten your provost

Who intercedes for three

Against hunger, against thirst,

And guesses what could be,

And needs Your answer most.