Thimble full of flavor,
thumb print of grace,
humble berry offered
among sun and bumblebees,
your thorns draw blood,
love’s price, amid this blessed
giving and receiving.
Flesh of presence,
flavor flowing in self-giving,
the All of the Divine in our mouths,
the bread and wine of this afternoon,
we come not to observe but to join,
to savor, swallow, and be saved
by what ripens in our souls
until we hold the world
and say like a mother to her child,
“I love you so much
I could eat you.”
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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