And then, like a blessing, comes a blessing.
Today I wrote a prayer.
Chopping onions, washing leeks, peeling carrots, pressing garlic, slicing parsnips, quartering small fat potatoes, adding stock.
A bright little mountain of courgettes and peppers to be added later.
And suddenly it seemed to be a prayer.
And a poem.
I am a poet
I don’t know it.
A prayer poem.
Tomorrow my prayer poem will be shared with two friends.
I hope it tastes good.
Now my house is fragrant, the air filled with gratitude and praise.
Incense, rising up.
May my prayer be counted as incense before You;
The lifting up of my hands as the evening offering.
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I feel as if I want to gatecrash that poetic soup party ❤️🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻❤️
You are a love. Any other time I might but I’m going to have to take a rain check as tomorrow is a bit complicated for me XxX
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Luce I love your prayer soup and your regular blogs. Thank you so much God bless Karen xxx