A pot of curry...
My pot brims with the delicious aroma
Of a curry I prepare for the feast of life.
With all the spices measured to perfection
A sumptuous meal it promises to make.
With care & precision have I prepared this dish
Patiently, lovingly and with diligence aplenty.
But when I taste the final product,
Something is missing, an ingredient lacking.
Unable to distinguish what is amiss
I go ahead and present the dish.
My family & friends are full of praise
Slurping their fingers & smacking their lips
Thanking me and envious too
For such a splendid accomplishment.
With a curious smile I accept the praise
And thank the Lord for everything.
But when thirsty & hungry, all by myself
I dig deep into my pot of curry
To taste it again & again to see
What is lacking that none other can see.
And that is when it dawns on me
That the curry is right & wholesome too
It is my heart that is at fault.
You've fed your stomach enough it says
Now feed your soul for heaven's sake!
So alone on my own
I bake a bread
That I have known from lifetimes bygone
I take just a bite and it fills my core
My simple bread, nourishment of my soul.