The Gravy of Grace (Thanksgiving Special)

November Inflatable turkeys outside, moral starch inside The annual pageant of gratitude and strategic digestion We gather at the Table of Forgiveness Which is really just dinner with better branding Sunday wool and candle skin Pass the bowl! Every smile tucked neatly in Play the role! Turkey steaming like a saint Grace poured thick to hide the taint Tiny sins make tidy shares Cat ignored, rude church-bazaar wares A market full of harmless guilt So the bigger silence can stay built The Gravy of Grace Pour it slow! The Gravy of Grace Let it glow! Pass the plate Fix the face The Gravy of Grace Golden gloss! Comfort food for moral loss Pass the gravy Fix the face Claire asks softly, “What stays here?” Oh, that line! Every eye turns volunteer Right on time! Noah hangs above the bird Like weather nobody has words for So I give them one: refined Complicated, neatly lined “I forgive myself for not being Who you wanted me to be.” The Gravy of Grace Pour it slow! The Gravy of Grace Let it glow! Pass the plate Fix the face The Gravy of Grace Golden gloss! Comfort food for moral loss Pass the gravy Fix the face Was that sorry? Almost art Was that truth? A clever start They nod because the line sounds deep No one wants the meal to weep Forgiveness here is starch and heat A full room with an empty seat The Gravy of Grace Second round! The Gravy of Grace Soft and brown! I didn’t heal Not quite! Just learned how to plate contrition right They all believe the gentle version Thickened up for easy digestion Pass the gravy! Queen of grace! It tastes warm That’s not the same as mercy The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct