Sacrements

Everything is sacred, every supper is the lords. We give thanks and break the bread and pass around the gourds. We sip our morning coffee, a holy sacrament, reflecting on the day ahead and the time that we’ve been lent. When we smoke our break-time cigarette from our tasks we unwind, just a moment of escape a chance to ease our mind. A cold beer on the front porch, chatting with a friend, sedates us from our worries a time to heal and mend. We slaughter the fattened calf, we fire up the grill, the time has come to celebrate and celebrate we will. Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we may die. We’re here to laugh and dance not to morn and cry. So pass it in a circle, there’s enough for everyone. Enjoy the fruits of your labor, your toil beneath the sun. Give a toast for freedom, announce the kingdom’s here, fill your hearts and bellies and leave no room for fear.