Walking the Extra Mile
She walked the extra mile, which was her wont,
and her table was laden with every delight to please
her guests’ appetite, Italian, Russian, Anglo Saxon,
Nordic, and East Asian, a united nation of Canadians,
old and new friends, sipping wine and tiptoeing in
gentle conversation until the ice melted, and as the air
began to tingle with warmth and comfort, her freckled
face radiated the earned grace of making the extra effort
to please her varied guests; that’s what Jesus, the Logos
and redeemer born on Christmas Day meant when he
taught the secret way of making the two into one, neither
male nor female with no hypocrisy, by walking the extra
mile in our long and lonely journey to the kingdom of
our true nature that Jesus called heaven, the precious
pearl of great price that we all long for, and our gracious
hostess retired for the evening with a smile on her face,
gratified by her generous little get-together for her
neighbors in Tiny, Georgian Bay Ontario.
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