June Morning

Today my hands rinse strawberries in a bowl with holes.
I know the farmer who raised the berries.
I know the potter who fashioned the berry bowl.
This is the community I have been seeking.

I pop a berry in my mouth.
I recall William Morris’s Strawberry Thief.
I value the decorative arts, creative expressions for daily life.
I choose to be both artist and artisan.

Today I am making a funeral urn pall.
I cut and assemble small squares in liturgical colors.
I pray a celebration of life.
Good work calls me and I answer.

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