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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 sound

A 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