Blessings as sheaves of wheat grind our daily bread
Nourishing our souls and spirits anxious to be fed.
Wonders stir the pot simmering with varied hues
Of all sorts of delicious imaginings that we choose.
Set the table with random acts most kind,
Bountiful compassion so dearly combined.
Pour positive, clean and fresh into a mug
Call all guests gathered with a smile and hug.
Hands held in circle, we pray dearly grateful
For each and every moment heaped on plateful.
Inhaling aromas of this sweetly pungent meal
We taste the budding emergence of a visionary ideal.

Blessings of the feast, my friends.