The random scoop of raw prawns
from the seafood counter all fearfully
and wonderfully made; wrenching
off their heads a posthumous violation
as nothing to the trawler’s random
scoop and hoist into the murderous air.
The solemn truth that life survives
by killing demands I honour those
slain for my plate with heedful eating.
And will you not, O God â€‘ for solemn
justice –when all things to their
consummation come, specially honour
those wild-caught or farmed then
wrenched away for others’ food?
My random scoop of raw prawns included some beautifully marked in a delicate coral pink, which triggered my initial reflection â€‘ which subsequently began to question the justice implications of using Psalm 104.29-30 as a Grace:
All things look to you: to give them their food in due season.
When you give it to them, they gather it: when you open your hand
they are satisfied with good things. Psalm 104.29-30
St Francis’ Day 2012.
© the Revd James M McPherson