Visiting Trader Joe's: A Prayer for Thanksgiving
Master of the Universe,
As I enter this supermarket to buy my weekly groceries, may I be constantly mindful of the multitude of blessings contained in this routine errand, and eternally grateful for all of them.
May I never lose the awe as I look with wonder at the aisles of overwhelming abundance and the variety of fresh produce and delicious foods from which to choose.
May I acknowledge the brilliance and perseverance of the agronomists and food scientists who dedicate themselves to finding increasingly higher quality, healthier, and higher yield foods, often with little recognition.
May I never forget the people who have brought this food to the shelves, their back-breaking labor in the fields to harvest this produce, their distasteful toil in the abattoirs and poultry factories and the low wages associated with doing these essential jobs. At the same time, may I be aware and saddened to remember that those workers often do not have the same opportunities, nor the funds, to buy the high-quality foods that I can afford in this market so convenient to my home.
May I always be overwhelmingly grateful, that through no special personal merit, I am privileged to fill my shopping basket without the constant worry of checking the cost of each item that I reflexively select.
May I remember to contribute to the organizations that provide food to those who cannot afford the luxury of food shopping in the manner that I do so routinely today and every week.
And may I never take these blessings for granted.
Kein y’hi ratzon (May this be Thy will).