My first job out of college was teaching at a private primary school. One of the school traditions was that every day after lunch, all of the children would sing a short grace of thanksgiving, often in rounds. It only took a minute or two, but it settled them down for the afternoon ahead and was completely wonderful. I never got tired of it. My family is not religious, but since then we almost always use one of the graces I learned there at the end of holiday meals.

We give thanks and celebration for this food that we may share,
and we seek a world where hunger is not present anywhere.

We love our bread and we love our butter,
But most of all we love each other.

Oh, the Lord is good to me
And so I thank the Lord
For giving me
The things I need
The sun and the rain and the apple seed—
The Lord is good to me.

The last one was my favorite. Happy Thanksgiving.

*I originally shared this on the blog back in 2009, but thought it was lovely enough to share again.