The
Incredible
Edible
Catholic
Egg
Incredible,
Edible,
Catholic egg.
For you
I’d sell
An arm and a leg.
Delighting rich
And simple
Folk.
Hard-boiled
White
Around the yolk.
Sometimes scrambled.
Sometimes
Fried.
Often next
To bacon’s
Side.
Spittering,
Sputtering,
Splashing grease
But into my life
You bring
Such peace.
For after
Matins’ morning
Prayer
I go to the
Fridge
And you are there.
Always
Constant
Circled friend
No beginning
No big
End.
Reminding me,
When sick
Or well
You’re always
There
Inside the shell.
Ready to
Nourish
Ready to feed
Obeying God,
Your dairy
Creed.
And yes
You’re Catholic,
Incredible egg
For monks say
You’re best…
With a St. Bernard’s keg!
Hilary McRee Flanery
