Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Gratitude

There are no words,
Still we say thank you.

Thank you Father for everything.
For mashed potatoes, sour cream, chives.
For asparagus tips,
for the first bites of a chicken drumstick,
chicken curry
for Sriracha, Soy, Wasabi, Ranch.

For coffee, pressed strong and rich
and candy: kisses to Jolly Ranchers
You made sugar, then you made
minds to make sugar sing and tempt.

Thank you for being the God,
The Only God who suffers, who suffered,
The only God who knows
      what being us is.

And for meeting us
here in Spain,
on the hill,
in the trough.

You have been here, we smell you,
we feel you here, with us.
Thank You.

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