As I sit down to the table,
And look upon my plate.
There’s a message not a fable,
And I’m thankful for my fate.
My diets have been many,
But I only want the best.
I won’t settle for just any,
But only the one with Sabbath Rest.
My diet, like after the flood,
Included the clean and unclean.
But it didn’t make good blood,
Even though it was unseen.
My diet after Eden,
Included vegetables galore.
It was such a pleasure feedin’,
That I could rejoice forevermore.
My mountain top experience,
With hiking and fasting was a joy,
Less food produced some fearience,
But my heart said “Oh boy!”
After 18 years a Vegan,
Some deficiencies appeared.
I asked the Lord to help me segan,
What the problem was I feared.
Low B12 demanded eggs again,
This was quite a blow.
My calcium was not gaining,
But leaving at a rapid flow!
Fruit, nuts, grains and vegetables,
Are adequate you know.
Something was added to the edibles,
So I was reaping what I sow.
By land, sea and air came pollution,
All so detrimental to my health.
Country living is the solution,
Growing living food is wealth.
My teeth became infected
This I did not know;
They were not protected
And my system went very low.
Root canals are not protected
I found out later on;
My body felt rejected
And trembled on and on.
What was needed was some balance,
In my body, mind and soul.
Improve your many talents,
The Lord said was my goal.
Hormones I have a plenty,
But order is the goal.
Arrange them to work gently,
To strengthen even my soul.
God’s prescription for a mental diet,
Is to think on these many things.
My mind is not allowed to sigh it,
Instead my heart is lifted up and sings.
The moral of the story,
Is to seek the living food and bread.
Giving God the glory,
I will worship Him instead.
– Carolyn Roitsch, 2000-2002
