Meditations on the Way: Poems of a Christian Journey

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Parsley

My friend, she brought me parsley

Green salad to prepare;

I chopped and served with lettuce

This fragrant garden fare.

But after that, I pledged with pain

Whate er my friends may give-

I ll never eat that stuff again

As long as I  may live.

There was parsley in my ears and hair,

And parsley down the sink,

And parsley on the kitchen stair,

And where I dared not think.

Parsley, parsley everywhere-

How could one little bunch

Produce so many little leaves

And yet so little lunch!

So, if you come to visit,

To yourselves you must be kind-

Do  not bring me parsley

But your joys and cares to mind.

Sr. Giles (C) 2006

Edited 05/12/2008

Br Andrew EFO