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To this bowl
May all blessings come–
Speaking the language of kindness
With beautiful fruits,
picked from a tree
near where you live;
To this bowl,
May all blessings come–
Speaking love
like pasta with a sauce
made by hand
from vegetables grown
by someone you know
who loves to grow vegetables;
To this bowl
May all blessings come–
Joyfully unbidden
like surprises you long for,
nourishment from the unexpected
source you did not know of
until then when
your door opened
and what you did not know
was possible,
crossed the threshold;
To this bowl,
May all such blessings come—
—Judith Walcut October 3, 2013
for the Six Bowls project, Whidbey Island
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In this bowl
rest galaxies–
glass fresh
from the shore
your lemons
or your tears
whirlpools
smooth seas of
dark wine
sauced with
dragons’
fiery
tongues
seasons
full moonrise
and last lights
across the harbour
cobwebs
that
festoon the night
a mirror set
to celebrate and
set the house aright
Blue and white,
full of hope—
—David Ossman
October 21, 2013
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