February 23, 2024

grace

Giant loaf of Irish soda bread
On a heavy platter, bless these hands
Passing you around the table. Let

Us not falter before we have had
Our desert: a taste that is of sweet
Plenty overpouring fullness that

Fills the empty glasses of our need.
Here, you say, there always will be more
Than enough left over. Take and eat.


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