Ode to Relish
From my woman’s kitchen
Comes a smell I adore,
Filling the air with its perfume
Like jewels in the garden after a storm,
And calling me indoors
From my prodigal wanderings through the wasteland.
Sweet pickle sauce on hot food or cold,
There is no worry or fear that cannot be assuaged.
I have nothing to hide,
I have nothing to show,
I have nothing to give,
I don’t know my own mind,
And I thought my hope expired
Until the relish in my woman’s kitchen
Brought me back from the Valley of Death
And restored all my second-hand dreams,
To give me a complete life.
Relish, King of Condiments,
The true taste of Gods grace.
Don’t give me the communion wafer,
Give me a hot dog on a bun with relish instead.