Sermon in the Kitchen

No minister ever ordained by God
      Has voiced such a fervent plea,
As the sermon in the kitchen 
      That I preach each day to me.

Our wound in life somehow must heal
      For, others left behind,
Will need our strength and fortitude
      If happiness they find.

We must accept what ever comes,
      This storm, will never abate.
We can only lessen the battle with-in
      If we drift with the current of fate.