For your love is so generous,
that a simple dish
becomes delicacy in your hands.
And if I try and try,
the same recipe, the same method,
with the same ingredients
over and over again,
that special flavor goes missing.
The dish is complete
and yet so incomplete.
And I do not know
when you add that dollop of
special secret stuff
because I try and watch you all the time
but somehow I miss it every-time.
And it is not just food.
Its everything.
The way you iron my clothes,
the way you braid my hair,
the way you serve me milk,
the way you encourage me
to inch further … rise high and fly …
all things big and small,
you do it with that
“mother’s extra special touch”.
And for that no words of thank you suffice.
Linking with FMF Writing Prompt Link up : Generous
God is in the kitchen,
ReplyDeleteserving up a meal,
and I am out here wishin'
that it's a Dollar Deal,
something that will ask of me
less than I would gladly give,
but God's God, and He's gotta be
insisting gently that I live
in the way that will pay heed
to the sacrifice He made,
and that in my grasping greed
I not ignore the murder blade
that laid low His offered Son
that I'd need not r, now, hide, and run
Sorry about the superfluous 'r' in the last line!
DeleteSpell binding words. Thank you so much for sharing. I feel so honoured by this gesture. Let us all learn to pay heed to the path he chose for us.
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