Thanksgiving Feast

By free choice and whimsy (be there such a thing),
or pleasant coincidence (be there such a thing),
I lay claim to a tiny niche
just off the Abbey kitchen (as if I own anything at all),
and often hear words of wisdom (a non-sequitor perhaps)
not meant for me at all,
but just stirrings of the soup (that secret spice)

One such phrase lingers still
as an aroma of simmering soul –

“The secret of good cooking
is to anticipate problems,
and through preparation
to blend gift and will into love.”

and the guests above will speak of perfection,
and give thanks to God for a splendid feast,
and not even know her name,
or that she dines alone.

~ by faucon on November 23, 2006.