30/6

Day 6- Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status.  "Thanks, friends, for coming to my pampered chef party!"

The servant metaphors come easy -
Your full belly and pampered bottom declare
You have a chef, a scullery maid, a valet -
These metaphors are trite and true, kind of,
But it's the other metaphor that interests me most.

The reverse one, where I am the you,
My friends and I squalling toddlers who must be monitored and placed in timeout,
And coached and coaxed to say sorry.
Where all my needs are met without my help,
Where I occasionally say thanks, but usually take it all for granted -
Yes this:

The metaphor where I am unaware and needy and selfish,
Where my good and faithful Father orders my days and nights,
Nourishes me and carries me ...

This is the metaphor that enables me to extend grace
Patience with (y)our tantrums,
Love when (y)our reasonable side is held captive by (y)our emotions.
Hope for the coming promise of (y)our future.

I am the you, and
You teach me so much about
Us.