[this is the first draft, i’ve misplaced the actual poem…]

The Kitchen is a home for the divine
For beauty, life, creation and soul
Here gracious plants feed their lives into mine
Again uniting man and nature whole
To use The Kitchen takes no special skill
The good book teaches patience in good taste
When nothing stirs and all is wholly still
Release the meal into the flame’s embrace
Be warned – you’ll hunger for a certain time
And hear the rumblings of the holy ghost
Because your sacrament is not to whine
With daily bread I’ll offer thee a toast!
Please thank the bakers of the bread we break
As well as friends here sharing scrumptious loaves
And though we meet to eat and celebrate
The meat’s at stake if hurried from the stove
If reverence The Kitchen doth afford
Eternal salivation’s thy reward

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