Where all the food
is good
(and cheap, and free
and made by me)
And all the chairs
are wood
My restaurant
it has no name
it gets its fame
from mouth to mouth
silent approval
I was still small
And food was scarce
I always cried
Myself to sleep
Or apathetic sat aside
And fought over that one
crumb
The fragrance
Of the herbs I use
(I hand out in abundancy
In soup or icecream)
Make mouths water
Make eyes large
Make hearts happy
Makes everyone a child
(That knows no pain
That doesn't know
what hunger means)
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September 15, 2016
3d place in contest: My imaginary restaurant
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
abundancy, food, society,
Form: Free verse
This world thinks it is
a self sufficient lot
but it's terrible state
shows it's in such a rot
There is hope for it
for there is sure suffiency
in the one true saviour
who has shown His great abundancy
For if this world would turn
to look upon their only hope
the living Christ would receive them
rescuing them from their slippery slope
Christ indeed is all sufficient
for all that on Him call
He will save those He chose
leaving none to fall
poetgord@2013
Categories:
abundancy, faith, god, jesus,
Form: Rhyme