golden platters

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, lamentation, and praise"
 pb 2011
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