A Christian Poem on the Joy of Sharing a Meal

The onions sizzle, grace begins,
in pots and pans, the Spirit spins.
A table set, a prayer half-said,
a crust of bread, a life well-fed.

The chopping board becomes a psalm,
the stirring spoon, a healing balm.
For Christ once cooked by Galilee,
and grilled some fish beside the sea.

We pass the peas, we pour the tea,
we taste the joy of company.
No sermon here, no grand parade,
just love in lentils gently laid.

The kingdom comes with every bite,
with laughter loud and napkins white.
So bless the hands, the spice, the flame,
and feed the world in Jesus’ name.