Looking For Abundance
The Brits have a saying keep calm and carry on
embraced it I have to the heart
Keep on keeping on somehow
missing a vital part
I could carry on like a woman mad
Or keep to a manner insane
Calmness required for rational thought
to do elsewise inane
Three diaphromatic breaths children
from the stomach a rising balloon
Then empty that gut no if and Or but
As an artfully wielded bassoon
Every pain whatever it's nature
All concerns within make without
Inhale life giving air the vacuum to fill
Capped off with a joyful shout
Never give up improvise
turn that which is toil to a game
What delightful dish with an eighth pound of meat
Can you create and hopefully eat free from blame
While telling yourself it's all for the best
I consume too much anyway
Work with what's at hand or whatever you got
Words of wisdom old granny would say
End each meal on a sweet note
Thanks again for all your hands wrought
To the LORD then the cook who provided with love
nourishment delivered when sought
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