Morsels
Today my fear comes
in a covered dish
disguised with herbs and spices,
made palatable by bits of beef
braised in burgundy,
best features forward.
Starting to love this fear,
I name it Respect,
Sprinkle with safety, trust, and hope’
place the casserole in a slow oven.
Fine cuisine, seasoned and cured,
quiets less welcome morsels
of shame and humility.
Integrity rises, meringues the surface,
tempts taste buds past
tradition.
As a therapist, Mary Ricketson works
with people with all kinds of feelings. She
helps them integrate the wonderful and the painful to somehow make a life that
works and thrives. This poem reflects how Mary finds creative ways to
help others.
Dear Mary,
ReplyDeleteFirst time I've experienced a fear you can love
but it read as deisous, so was so tempting
to try out. To me, great writing.
Yancy
Thanks. It's definitely a stretch to love the fear, and your comments are right on.... a daring way to get unstuck.
DeleteI just read what I wrote to you Mary. I must have
Deletebeen tricked by spell check again, but I thought
of slogan, fear what you love, love what you fear.
Yancy
Hello Mary,
ReplyDeleteI'm moved by this unique poem as it opens up a kind heart that loves people.
Thank you,
Michael
Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
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