Placed a special order from the local take out place,
one heaping helping plateful of a little thing called Grace
I've heard it called God's wilderness, a very sacred space
but no one I know has some or has even had a taste
The source some say "Abundant", no shortages exist
But my diner must have just run out for the board says "86"
I'm starving for it's peacefulness, hungry for it's care
Certain it's an ingredient in a breath of mountain air
A faint recalled aroma, the incense of a prayer
Perhaps it is a tidbit of the love the world once shared
Let's cater a private party and dance and dine and sing
Graced in robes of majesty, at the feast where all are King
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