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mrc WritingMonday, January 20, 2014. O god, thank you for the bowl. Colorful or plain on the outside. The container is the focus. A container for our food:. Food for our bodies. Food for our souls. Food for our joys. Food for our sorrows. Steaming stew warms our hands. As we hold the bowl. Let us eat and remember the promises. Posted by bigchainring at 10:56 AM. I read this poem at an LNG hearing in Astoria, OR. Through the eyes of the fish,. Swimming through water cold and shimmery,. Through the eyes of the deer,.
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