Eating My Words

Eating is a language 

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We all learn to speak

Some call it fueling

Others say it’s eat

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Ting-ting goes the fork

Against the plate to lift

Into our mouths goes food

Or emotions from which to sift

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Through the love, hate

And maybe even some tears

Some mild disappointments 

Disillusions and small fears

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About the future 

What my life would be like

If I’d only waited to wed

Instead of having this life 

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In which I’ve settled into

Cause I had no time to wait

For God was taking too long

The waiting’s what I hated

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Watching “friends” get hitched 

Have a wedding if you will 

I wanted a wedding too

I wanted to foot the bill

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Of a gown, veil, shoes 

And a big cake too

Well in retrospect now

That’s what we’d all choose

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For ourselves for that day

Marriage for a Wedding’s sake

They all ended in horror

For only God can make

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A union of two souls

Becoming one as one weds

For marriage is more than a dress

Way more than a bed

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Undefiled is what marriage is

For the bible said so

Be sure He’s doing the joining 

So together you won’t go

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On your own

Making decisions for yourselves 

It won’t be pulled asunder

By you, him or anyone else’s

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Efforts – So you can see now

Why the food tastes so sweet 

A sutle hint of bitterness 

Everytime you eat

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From someone’s cooking 

Prepared meals of the heart 

Close your eyes and listen 

Taste their soul, the speaking part

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