By Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
meals
mean so much
greater than
drinking water
well-cooked hen
gathering
what's tasting nice
slice the carrots
boil the rice
pray for what
others have not
and intentions I forgot
food
so often what comes out
words
that is
let passion spout
round a table
or a room
apprehensions
frequent loom
gather
may we all the time
whether bodies
are sublime
as the minds that live therein
needing seat
and leaving din
we've the model now
at last
for the way to end a fast
we collect
our food from You
conversation
filtered through
spirit loving
charity
touching skin and caring see
pouring what we need the most
fire soul to soul with roast
supper last and greatest feast
closeness that has never ceased
in the house or on the road
we eshew that dreaded load
snack or groaning board to spread
my repast is Heaven-led
You turn into honeymoon
swamp confines a shrieking loon
but my loneliness recedes
Love, You are each person's needs
