Leftovers

in a Land

of more than

Plenty where it 

remains a Mystery

how tables filled

with Compassionate Charity

and wholehearted Abundance

and harvested Hope

one Day become

trails of tyrannical 

terror based upon

a maniacal myth

of hardhearted scarcity

darkening the next

trampling Our Interdependency

in the redundancy 

of conspicuous consumption

leaving Our Senses

perplexed and Our 

Sensibilities utterly vexed

with nothing left

but the leftovers 

from the Celebrations

filling Our fridges

after filling Our

Selves into unconsciousness 

whilst memories of

Those needing comfort 

this dark Day

empty out of 

Our blurry consciences

and are left

grieving and bereft

of essential provisions

yet They remain

an Essential Part

of the Heart

of Our Community

amidst our thirst

to be thought

of as first

and far better

than the rest

(an innate insecurity

that puts Others

rather than Ourselves

to the test)

may Our Vision

reflect the Clarity

that recognizes Wisdom

within the foolishness

and Dignity within

each overlooked Incarnation

may Our Communication

be less like

Our slurry speech

at the end

of the party

and more like

the Sacred Fables

and Songs sung

around Our tables

and may Our

Connections and Interactions

be driven less

by the forces

that lead Us

to additional courses

of savory satisfaction

(momentarily quelling the 

the perpetual rumblies

in Our tumblies)

and empowered more 

by the Spirit

of Divine Love

that Celebrates All

Beloveds as Precious

(especially Those Who

are so often

Leftover for last

Who in Reality

are humbly and

simply the Best)...

Amen.

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