The preparation of the evening meal
By any woman, anywhere, may be
A ceremony, beautiful to see,
Recalling clear, sweet evenings long ago
At Emmaus, or Bethany, when One
Beloved guest had come at set of sun.
And oh, that other quiet evening meal
Within an upper room - the grace He said
Above the scarlet wine, the broken bread!
An evening meal is such a gracious thing,
It matters not how plain may be the fare
So long as love and loyalty are there.
The supper hour - a magnet drawing home
The ones who have the need of food and rest!
All women know this hour of the day is best.
By any woman, anywhere, may be
A ceremony, beautiful to see,
Recalling clear, sweet evenings long ago
At Emmaus, or Bethany, when One
Beloved guest had come at set of sun.
And oh, that other quiet evening meal
Within an upper room - the grace He said
Above the scarlet wine, the broken bread!
An evening meal is such a gracious thing,
It matters not how plain may be the fare
So long as love and loyalty are there.
The supper hour - a magnet drawing home
The ones who have the need of food and rest!
All women know this hour of the day is best.
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