Her Favorite Place

Love grown in her bedroom

Came with earnestness and grace

But the love grown in her kitchen

Made that room her favorite place

For while she got a glimpse of God

When lying in her lace

As she stood upon her kitchen floor

She entered divine space–

She left a candle burning

As she chose the perfect spice

To sprinkle on cut vegetables

To be served on basmati rice

With one bright sprig of saffron

And a few well-chosen nuts

She felt her kindness welling

She felt such gentle love

As she gave each one their plate full

As she watched them raise their spoons

To eat what she had made for them

Such sweet love filled her sacred room.

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