some weird grace

Oh Lord, 
we thank you
for bringing us all here 
around this table, 
where we came ourselves 
freely, unbrought by others,  
to break bread.

Please, 
thank us for gathering,
here. Please give us some unbroken
bread to break, and you, and we can thank 

each other properly - we in our puny, 
mortal, dying as we live way, by
eating. You! In your infinite way, 

pretty obvious, but please:
long before we dig in! 

We pray: 

Give us forks, knives 
to dig in with, spoons 
to scoop and plates and dishes 
for this food. Which we so gratefully
gather 'round, some of us - pretty 
hungry; grant these patience dear 
Lord, as I pray. 

As we all pray! 

As my prayer grows. so help
me God! Please confirm you
brought the food, because if
you didn't - who did? 

How can we even trust this
good food
you gave, if
you didn't? Please! 

God! 

Please give us mouths 
to put the food in, teeth
with which to chew it,
throats and such, down
to stomachs, to small
and large intestine, to
rectum - you know,

God.

We all here know - and
so on out. To pinch, wipe,
flush and dear Lord! Let us 

then wash our hands. Please! 

Grant us these blessings, O Lord! 
Plus the hands, of course, not only
to wash much later, but to use
the forks now and such. Let us not
take the food
by hands into mouths
directly, for it

is an abomination to us, in our eyes
and norms in most cases - though
we know you of course, Lord
could not possibly give a tin
shit about that pipsqueak stuff!

But we are, my Lord. Wretches.
Pipsqueaks - unless it's bread! Or
something handy like that. 

That's OK. Then let us use our hands,
oh Lord. And you above all,
and we beneath, please: 

grant us the faith we need! To believe
these gifts we ask will be or already 
have been granted in this, our day.

So that we all, gathered here, might say

- ready all? One! 

Two!
Three!

"It's a miracle!"