Of Food

Did you e’er wonder
About cabbage?
Who thought to let it rot in a crock
For weeks at a time
Serve it for dinner with pork rinds?

How did we know that the grapes on the vine
When shriveled and wrinkled
Would go well sprinkled
On a salad of greens

Whose sense to taste what grows in the wood
Boil, strain and seep it
Serve with a biscuit

Were we so starving to eat fungus and mold
Let milk sit and sour
While it curdles in folds

Think of the origin of all that we eat
Think of the hungry mouths still to feed
We don’t merit the credit
Of the fare we just found
Not creator, but recipient
Of what grew from the ground

And much given wisdom
To satisfy the wonder
Tis God who desires
Not one ever should hunger

Prompt: write a poem that recounts a creation myth, or my own take on the creation of anything.


About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. Recently I have begun writing a couple of blogs. One poetry and one on hope. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused. Soon to be added is another blog...writings on hope from a biblical perspective. Now it can be seen at purplepandasandotherphenomena.blogspot.com. please feel free to visit.
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