I’ve sat at your table so many times
Amazed by the feast your hands prepared
The sumptuous fare filling my heart
Till it burst, spilling over my cheeks.
The words, sometimes so rich I resorted to
Small bites, savoring your special mix
Of grace and humor, fire and light.
You set the table with the
Sustenance of encouragement,
And made me hunger for excellence,
No longer content to just make mud pies.
The fragrance of your spirit will linger long.
This world a quieter place
As distant halls ring with celebration