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 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.
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