Easter

VIII.
how will I speak Your name

I will gather up 
the bounty of my garden
and the ripe grains of the fields
I will fill my small kitchen
with smells of spice and sweetness
I will call in my children
and my neighbors
and beggars from the street

and we shall feast


from "untying the web"
praise and lamentation and praise
-phyllis boernke, 2012-


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