come,
Grain of gentleness,
feed us on that simple
loaf made glory by
the yeast of your love,
so we might laugh
in delight
as we gorge ourselves
on your joy;
come,
Grail of grace:
fill our empty souls
with that spirit of
generosity and spontaneity,
so we might pour
ourselves out for those
who sit beside the
dusty wells of hope;
come,
Chief Cook and Bottle Washer:
pushing tables together
so each may have a seat,
bringing out dish after dish
of wondrous delight,
yelling back over your
shoulder,
'better put another fatted calf
on the grill!'
come!
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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