Grace

Grace over the fruits on our table,
over dreaming flowers inside figs,
a pomegranates’ jewelery,
over the many suns of our citrus.

Grace among a gathering of kale, asparagus, and root,
an artichoke’s geometry and vernacular of chard.

Grace in the bread, broken in remembrance.
Grace over the blood-red wine.

Grace through gifts of goat and cattle,
nations of fish and community of the lamb—

these the burnt offerings placed on the altar of our tongues,
prepared to receive by a giving of thanks.