St. Michael the Archangel

A
FEAST
DAY

In the gold mouth
Of the morning,
I knead the bread
From wheat.

Mix broccoli, bacon
In wooden bowl,
Add raisins
Sugared sweet.

A Burgundy wine
From His own grape,
Marinating beef,
Will seep.

Then later boil
Egg noodles, white,
Pile in a
Buttered heap.

Chocolate cake,
Oh, what a gift,
Miraculous
Cocoa bean!

All day prepared,
And used His cloth,
From cotton plant,
To clean.

The guests all gather,
Toast the Feast,
We pray, we laugh
And eat,

Then with our coffees,
Outside, crisp,
Round fire
Take a seat.

For this is a Feast Day,
In September,
No bother, cold,
No grief.

And to top it off,
We have some smokes
From His glorious
Tobacco leaf!

Then fire’s flames
Faint to a glow…
Some stare
As it looses its might,

While others sigh,
For sleep is nigh…
And smoke streams into the black-silk…
Of His night