Faith Soup

She believes in her way,
pouring out her faith in golden bowls.

Carrots for a sunny hope,
parsley for renewed life,
flesh of bird for strength of spirit.
onion for perserverence.

She stirs as she prays,
willing her own strength into the broth.
Skim off the bad with the sieve,
leave golden goodness to be injested.

Food prayers are what she does best.
Too shy to ask and make verbal contact.
Her spirit talks in culinary prayers.

Those who are served by her know.
Without words they know.
But her prayers are heard in her kitchen.

Is she less sanctified because of it?
No.
God knows her heart.
It speaks to him.
He listens.
He speaks to her.
She answers in duty and motion.
Quiet prayers stir inside her.
On a stove she stirs a faith soup.

by: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman