Hand Print Turkey
does this cracker
made from Kansas wheat,
this cheese ripened in French caves,
this fig, grown and dried near Ephesus,
turn into Me?
My eyes,
My hands,
My cells, organs, juices, thought?
Am I not then Kansas wheat
and French cheese
and Smyrna figs?
Figs, no doubt,
the ancient Prophets ate?
Judith Morley
In gratitude for our bountiful harvest and in contemplation of the food we are about to enjoy I offer this poem by Judith Morely from the book Earth Prayers.
By what miracle
does this cracker
made from Kansas wheat,
this cheese ripened in French caves,
this fig, grown and dried near Ephesus,
turn into Me?
My eyes,
My hands,
My cells, organs, juices, thought?
Am I not then Kansas wheat
and French cheese
and Smyrna figs?
Figs, no doubt,
the ancient Prophets ate?
Judith Morley
For what its worth, I think she looked hot.
November 7, 2008 9:26 AM
Me too! In fact I think she would look great in a flour sack but I liked the dress. There are many reasons why I welcome our new first family. Watching the style of this gorgeous woman is the icing on the cake.
November 7, 2008 9:46 AM