• advent journal: suppertime

    by  • December 11, 2009 • Uncategorized • 1 Comment

    Who would think a single motion
    could carry multiple meanings.
    I spend my days stirring the soup,
    measuring out the corn meal,
    making sure everyone eats well;
    it is good and honest work.

    Tonight I stood over the soup
    in the warm light of our kitchen,
    carried by the scent of cornbread
    in the oven, the scuttle of schnauzers
    at my feet, pouring more of myself
    into the recipe than usual.

    Jesus spent his days feeding people,
    yet, when he broke bread with
    friends, his chosen family, gathered
    in a small room like our kitchen,
    he called them to remember —
    to never forget what a meal meant.

    It’s easy, you know, to forget,
    to let food be only fuel for function.
    Supper, tonight, was an end not
    the means; now, washing clean
    the bowls, I am put back together,
    remembered in our simple supper.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    One Response to advent journal: suppertime

    1. December 12, 2009 at 9:44 pm

      This is stunningly beautiful.

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