Lunch With Eli
The master fed the servant With simple elegance No wasted words were spoken As he softly plied his dance His presence was so natural No footprint fell to ground More like the early morning Breathing ether into soundA piano full of soulful jazz Played quiet afterthoughts Evoking dreams of city life And bowled forget-me-nots
What pleasure in just being In the presence of this man Who understands the Tao of Life The flow of nature’s plan His gratitude and endless love Expressed by simply being Was the wonder of the moment In the light of his revealing I bless the day he found me And the day that I found him Until my final earthly breath This memory won’t dim Michael
