A biscuit saved from breakfast
washed down by two gulps of juice
makes a quick, kitchen Eucharist.
Casserole for a choir bakes in the great glass pan,
noodles and gravy gently bubbling their prayers.
I peer into the oven’s hot, orange mouth,
and my eyeglass lenses cloud over with steam.
Quilt-mittened, I remove the evening’s
hot concoction:
an offering to you of savory incense,
your gift to us of sustenance.

-Paraclete  Book of Hospitality