Wednesday, October 7, 2015

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,

Sunday, March 22, 2015

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.

Saturday, February 21, 2015


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.