American Flatbread – Flatbread Kitchen

Friday and Saturday August 30 and 31, 2002

Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to

 

Out From Under the Wing of Grace ♥

 

Once I was sheltered

From all but the smallest

Circle of the world.

I threw baseballs

And snowballs,

And kicked stones down dirt roads

Every darkness was broken

By the glimmer of star light.

I lived under the wing of grace.

Then, every life was for living

And time was imprisoned

In the watchmaker’s casements

 

Now… oh now.

I am out from under the wing of grace.

I live in bigger circles

Where collision and conflict,

Where despair and disease

Are every day occurrences.

I have traded my balls for lassos

That I throw to rope in my share (and more)

Of money and power, to secure my comfort

Without end, and to deny others that which

I value most.

 

Darkness is now punctuated with nightmares

Of others taking it all back, taking my life.

Among the living I call out for the dead,

Where are you? Why are you gone?

How can I help?

A she-bird comes gliding, wings outstretched

On a far wind

“Do what you can,” she sings, “love and forgive.”

Oh, to glimpse the wing of grace again.

 

                        Love,

                                    George

 

 

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