Food for Thought-In the Company of Forgotten Scones

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In The Company of Forgotten Scones

The diminishing darkness,
Of the kitchen bulb,
Absorbs the fading blandness,
Of the dying paint,
While far beyond,
The crumpled remains,
Of yesterday’s scone,
Lies exasperated,
Unpreservable preserves,
Waiting to be consumed,
By those who imagine not,
Spread in growing retreat,
Layered with disquiet,
My scones, my scones,
What have I forgot?

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-A Prayer To Be Delivered At the Dedication of A New Baseball Field

Excelsiors You are the God of base hits, pop flies, stolen bases, home run moments, and missed opportunities. For in Baseball we see glimpses of our better selves and your grace; urging us to keep moving forward to the next base, when we would rather stand safely in the past. You call us, like outfielders, to be constantly aware of our surroundings and the actions of those around us. You tell us, like a good coach, we work better when we work together. May these lessons be heard and remembered in this place. May the summer sun which warms the faces of each player, remind us of the love you hold for each of us in your well worn heavenly Baseball glove. May the spring rains which will nourish this grass, remind us a community has sought to grow young people strong in body, mind, and spirit. In Jesus’ Name, Amen

Food for Thought- Sweet Tea (Part 2) A Poem

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Stonehenge was overrated,
The Eiffel tower was too small,
The Hindu Kush was kind of cushy,
The menu at Wendy’s has become too complicated,
Captain has lost his Crunch,
I was beyond half past dead when I got to Nazareth,
My burden is great,
My yokes were served over easy,
The bacon came late,
Yet the sweet tea,
Stood up and called to me,
Sit and drink,
Await and be,
Find meaning in the leaves,
Brewed at the gas station counter,
And offered for your relief.

-Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-You Had To Be There (A Poem)

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You had to be there,
That moment,
That instant,
It was something else,
The ball came flying,
Past the outfield,
I was blinded,
Unable to see,
You had to be there,
You should have seen this day,
Hits that went forever,
Pitchers looking straight at me,
You had to be there,
The face was different,
His voice was the same,
He bought the Hot Dogs,
Knew everything about the game,
I guess you had to be there,
what was his name?

–Richard Bryant