Dinner With The Priest

Dinner With The Priest

Always wash your feet before eating

All those shells you hide behind

Keep you in the empty womb

An egg with no arms to hug

No fingers to use the spoon

No soap to wash the sin away

Without them you lose yourself

More importantly, you lose supper

The closest cousin to love is food

Gossip can not be consumed

It is not a sweet pastry or cake

Not on the menu for today

Redemption has a bitter taste

Sins are like feathers in the wind

The priest orders you to catch them

Return them to the chicken, every one

Attach them back exactly to the bird

From where you plucked them firstly

Your original sin was to lie

Pray to the chicken for forgiveness

In their native language at lunch

Don't show your tongue in public

Words spoken wrongly don't come undone

You can not return them once they do harm

False ones against your neighbor don't return

Once the damage is done, lost in the wind

Words should not be taken lightly

As light as a feather from the skin

From innocent chickens sinless

Minding their own business

Sentiments should not be stiff

As stiff as a board with scorn

Lips should speak softly with truth

With the logic of gossip still born

Beg for forgiveness before dinner

The priest will understand if you are late

But don't forget the chicken and feathers

That would be a mistake

*Authors note: Remember to wash your feet before eating. That foot and words you eat may be your own if you go gossiping.

Author's Note

*Authors note: Remember to wash your feet before eating. That foot and words you eat may be your own if you go gossiping.