Margie

7 April 2007, 6:30 PM
MSNW of Blessed Memory

A great many things have been eaten
by the locusts- though I’ve known for some time
she was not one of them. Too alive
to be destroyed by such wearisome creatures;
too full of life and beauty and charity
in the truest sense of the word,

and I never even knew her;

only stories of a woman so inclined
toward hospitality, one could not help
but stay awhile, pull up a chair, sip
a cup of coffee, fresh and hot and ready
for the men she may never have met
before they sat at her table, partook of her
kindness, making all things warmer,

lovelier,

more satisfying than a meal taken alone
before the day’s work had begun.