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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