Grandma, your kitchen is a place
in a world of too few places.
Surely sacred spaces
outline ordinary
forms and functions.
Simple steel, brick, and wood.
Truly ordinary outlines becoming sacred places by
Presence
of a longing love and a giving grace.
Grandma, your kitchen
transcends no ordinary kitchen
in form or function,
food or fare,
fun or fashion.
Spaces tight
chairs are filled
but table never full.
For “deepy” talk,
rolling laughs,
crises, doubts, and catching up
are always welcome there.
Just a kitchen?
Just a table?
Just a set of chairs?
No! Seated at your table
sacred wooden chairs must sit.
For these chairs sit in the
Presence
of your longing love and your giving grace
that we all encounter there.