Feast Your Eyes on Our Feast

We show up to our friends house to feast.


We know we are in for a blazing treat.


We spy our chef commanding the kitchen stage by stomping his feet.


We run to the table and scramble to our seats.


We sing "Grace"! in unison to give thanks for this amazing retreat.


We are delighted by the simplest dishes, our taste buds accede.


We devour everything, pouring and splashing, leaving nothing neat.


We stay amused by the company we keep.


We talk of fun times and try to recall screaming, "how did we meet"?


We scavenge and scoop and dip and dig as our spoons meet.


We cheer and clank and chatter on about what is still to achieve.


We cherish the sounds that abound as roosters and mules greet.


We never resolve to stay polite, and instead find each our own soap box speech.


We wander away upstairs in search of some quiet relief.


We spy the powder room mirror to see what might remain in our teeth.


We realize the bed is calling us over to carry us to sleep.


We cheek kiss and bear hug, and grab our keys.


We head out the gate, so thankful we found all that we came to seek.



Metal Art Work: Mark Silka

How Do We Do?

Do we see the signs?
Do we listen to our body?
Do we listen to our heart?
Do we stop the chatter in our head?
Do we mind our thoughts?
Do we watch our language?
Do we mean what we say?
Do we share it right away?
Do we save it for another day?



Do we give from our heart?
Do we make a fresh start?
Do we create enough?
Do we expect too much?
Do we give it away?
Do we take the time?
Do we enjoy the ride?
Do we tidy up?



Do we toughen up?
Do we challenge us?
Do we eat right?
Do we chew every bite?
Do we savor with delight?
Do we walk?
Do we talk?
Do we write?



Do we read?
Do we take the lead?
Do we take the heat?
Do we ride the Sun?
Do we have much fun?
Do we make way for some?
Do we behave?
Do we act brave?



Do we waver?
Do we react?
Do we shout?
Do we tremble?
Do we tear up?
Do we absorb like a sponge?
Do we let it out?
Do we shed it like a duck?



Do we quiver in a heap?
Do we get it all out?
Do we resurrect?
Do we shake it off?
Do we stumble about?
Do we start with baby steps?
Do we make a fast run?
Do we jump the gun?



Do we wipe the slate clean?
Do we hold a grudge?
Do we mire in the mud?
Do we sabotage?
Do we ask for help?
Do we command respect?
Do we repeat our defeat?
Do we give our Self a reprieve?




Do we wreck our Self?
Do we check our Self?
Do we save our Self?
Do we save another?
Do we sore together?
Do we float to the top?
Do we touch the crest?
Do we swim along?
Do we carry on?

Do we...