Thought
Ancient as space and time am I
Gas squeezed to radiation high
Sudden starburst dust as me
Rotating home from this debris
Fields of wheat and harvest too
From water, seed and soil issue
From earth am reaped and ground
By millstone friction going round
I next was mixed and made to sit
Kneaded and shaped to oven fit
Baked until my top was brown
And here I am with tea sat down
For I am a muffin savoury
And now you know my history
When you consume me, I’ll be you
Once you’ve taken me to chew
From one offering we can trace
Events unfolding in their place
Chaotic change to rhythmic flow
From That we start to That we go
Prayer
O Lord, source of all, you are present as food, the process and the eater; grant that I may see this relationship everywhere and may my thankfulness increase in loving bursts of energetic joy.