A Poem About Delicious Gravy
Blessed be the person
who turns the sour to sweet.
Blessed be the person
Who sees the child in the lead.
Blessed be the wind
That carries truth about the air.
Blessed be the soul
That cares, and cares, and cares.
Blessed be the heart that knows no bounds.
Blessed be the ears that hear no greed-filled sounds.
Blessed be the love that loves all love.
Blessed be the life that moves
With cunning grace and
Spontaneous dignity.
Blessed be the reviler of 2023.
May they carry every baby
And pour extra gravy.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2022
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