Thursday, December 23, 2010

Sweet

The land beneath my feet is my bread
It is complicated in its recipe

I have toiled over its composition
I have sunk my hands into its depth

It is my pain and my pleasure
It is what I consume every day


My back aches from its administrations
I fight to not walk away from it

I take it for granted, even though
It is my sustenance and provides for me


I woke up to chores that I didn’t want to do
And realized this morning that my land is my cake…

And so I would see it for how precious it is,
God frosted it for me.



2 comments:

  1. Those are some beautiful thoughts you have there Lisa. ~Lili

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  2. That was lovely! Happy holidays.

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