Breaking the (food) chain

peel me like an onion
heavy on the layers
I shed the outer skin
as I go to You in prayer
crying as I’m sliced up
a little more, I’m diced up
I’m ready for the next plan
dump me in the pan
straight into the fryer
turn the heat up higher
cook me till I’m done
I’m in refiner’s fire
the hotter I’m becoming
the more clearly I can see
molting all these layers
leads me to transparency
Tears welled in my eyes as I sliced the onion in half. I broke through that top layer of skin, and the tears freely flowed down my face. Onions have a funny way of doing that to me.
I tossed them into the hot frying pan to sauté them. They sizzled as I stirred them back and forth. I was no longer tearing up, but noticed the sweetness of the aroma…
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