This poem was written in the 1930’s by a dear friend of mine, Nan Northam
It seems good to celebrate Rogationtide as a way of a rite of passage in Spring
and a thanksgiving for creation.

O GOD,
we thank you for this earth, our home; for the wide sky and the blessed sun,
for the ocean and streams, for the towering hills and the whispering wind,
for the trees and green grass.
We thank you for our senses by which we hear the songs of birds,
and see the splendour of fields of golden wheat, and taste autumn’s fruit,
and rejoice in the feel of snow, and smell the breath of spring flowers.

GRANT US a heart opened wide to all this beauty;
and save us from being so blind that we pass unseeing
when even the common thornbush is aflame with your glory.

[Mr G]