Recipe for a perfect day, my dears
Such days are condiments for a seasoned year
It tastes like blanched julienne of unmerited blessings and miracles macerated in His grace
The aroma is like cured happiness marinated in peace, glazed with abundance of good health meunière and then sautéed in awareness of His endless love spreading into a space
This vast kitchen is my heart and a big store called Open Heavens filled with God's words is in its premises
My mind is this fridge filled with Godfessions of His endless promises
Love, grace, favour and mercy are my baking/frying pans and cooking utensils
My eyes are the cooker and oven as those pots don't cook legumes or lentils
And when I'm done cooking
I feel so grandiose - donkey+king
How then can you not be blessed when you have me as a friend in your courts?
How can I ever hate you when I'm filled with love that consumes all hurts?
I'll just leave it to rest here
Least you know my meals for the rest of the year.