~To Serve Man ~

bring me not the unsifted water of life
the silt swirling mahogany with distaste
Love me not with garlands of dried flower
Thrive! it must be alive to be esteemed
for a banquet is a myriad of tastes
experiences to persevere a span of life
and I am starving man
even tho my plate be full
for I know not how to prepare a dish fit for consumption -
my tongue cleaves in my mouth from mistruth
my offered sustenance purveyed on tarnished bronze
who can refine silver from ash?
an alchemist. . .i cannot be
even though I am but a lowly
Servant of Man
when I long to just be
a servant of G*d