smiling faces, bubbling laughter forest mists, still quietness twinkling eyes, breathless whispers serving hands, kind words unexpected grace, unfettered love lives of purpose, eulogies of peace in the familiar is the divine
Category: Society
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sunday morning
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thanksgiving blessing
May those gathered around this table be at peace with each other forgiving and embracing forgiveness giving thanks and accepting thankfulness, loving and cherishing love and may the bounty set before us the bliss felt in this moment and the beauty of our love give us strength as we commit to bring this peace to the world
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leave a tip
Considering, but not knowing what may come after this life, I find it vainly and vapidly fruitless to hunger for perfect pie in the sky and oddly calming to think of pushing back from the table when my life's holy purpose is sanely and sapidly consumed. There is peace in believing: life is the bountiful feast and death, just a gratuity.
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recipe
early morning where the only distraction is the sound of the birds greeting the day and creating their breakfast recipe, two parts seed and one part protien, a perfect mixture combined with water for another day another week another month another year of foraging one third of a cup of life left to use, for what recipe do I have the ingredients, tried and true, biscuits and gravy, sweet or savory or something that has yet to be tasted, a blank index card sits before me to create measure combine ingredients mix well bake until golden brown serve warm
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sunday projects
Creating something from scrap wood found in my garage amidst the tools, wanting to be given a name. A table, for the cat, a cat table, she must have. The little black kitty can eat in peace above the reaches of dog breath away from the thieving blue jays. Out of sight, in a dark corner, a perfect setting, for stealth meals. Hand sawn with tools new and old, the creation comes to life from a sketch on the last of wrinkled graph paper. A table, for the cat, a cat table, she won't like.
