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Dressed in serviceable spotless robes

Her demeanor savant adept but muted

Anonymous

Softly moving with polished grace

Around the table

Serving the diners

Who dealt with her as an afterthought

All the bowls and utensils exactly placed

With pride of touch and inner peace

Her hallmark

Perfection in everything

And grace in serving

Simple caring dignity

There were twelve this evening

Simple food for rough hewn men

Counterpointed

With curiously gentle principles

Anxious and furtive this night

A momentousness evident

In their glances and speech

Undertones of future dread

She moved invisible among them

Her presence quietly calming

In its predictable choreography

Seated they spoke of past and future

Deeds and goals arguing

As only fishermen could

While one sat back and listened

As a teacher would

The dinner finished He stood to speak

My brothers please take this loaf and wine

Share it as a memory of this night

These days past and future

They did as bid and later

In twos and threes

Bade their farewells

Until He alone was left

Sitting in easy fashion

As she cleared the table of all left behind

Precious little due to the takeaways

Spirited by each diner for hunger was a constant

She would be fed on the less than meager leavings

He looked and spoke

Your nobility of service does you proud

 And lights my thoughts

Of the dignity of all who serve

Here take this gift as a token

A simple cup which is my own but is

The icon of your work.

And perhaps the icon of mine

May it remind you always

Of the dignity of Service your

Deeds this night exemplify

The gift was unexpected

Graciously accepted by one whose life was service

From one whose service was life