Our Mother

Our Mother

Who sits here in this kitchen with me

Your name is Love

You bring new life

You spark new hope

And you are weaving together heaven and earth.

Fill our bellies and our souls today,

Help us to love our sisters and brothers

With the same love you lavish on us,

The love we all need and want.

And send us out from this kitchen

To be the bearers of light, life, and hope

To a dark, hungry world

Because this food is too good not to share

This story begs to be told

And your glory never ends,

Amen.

mealtime prayer

God we are thankful for all you have given:
this food, this place, this moment
this table and each person gathered around it.
Bless these gifts; may we honor you as we enjoy them.
Thank you for being both Giver and gift. Amen.

exoskeletons

Ten thousand rocks, a dozen logs

and they are more than satisfied,

my wild crew.

Winter is kind today, 

our eyes squint at the sun-glared

Sound, happily harsh to our 

mole-ish faces, as we go

about our business 

disturbing crab families

in their sandy dens.

Two-inch patriarchs brandish 

tiny claws in our direction

as the women and children 

side-scurry to safety.

We are a family 

of mammoth tyrants 

at play, our lovely 

Saturday at the beach.