At my tiny little kitchen I meet
my kin, now and again daily.
A silent dialogue develops
in surrender and sacrifice.
They take me to faraway places,
And men, and women unknown,
And their toil of love benign
in the soil, water, sun and rain.
At my kitchen together
we surrender on the sacrificial alter
in living - growing - dying,
together loving and giving.
There grows a cosmic song,
takes me to region unknown.
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© Remigius de Souza., All rights reserves.
