By: Maura H. Harrison
The father’s work provides. The pantry’s filled— sugar and salt, fresh eggs and flour, the gild of gospel parable, variety of love’s ingredients, rich family. The hungry child complains that there is nothing— Nothing at all to eat. He pouts, and huffing, Closes the pantry door and walks away, Small pilgrim seeking finished feast and play. Comes Mother and her recipes—her sifting, Kneading and proofing—folding cares, uplifting Her prayers, and tasting psalms—she sets the table, Offering bread, and grace, and all she’s able.
About the Author
Maura H. Harrison is a writer and artist from Fredericksburg, VA. Her written works have appeared in Dappled Things, Ekstasis Magazine, Solum Journal, and others. Her visual works have appeared in Vita Poetica and Heart of Flesh Literary Journal.