From the Kitchen to the Stage

In the quiet halls of service, I stood, A chef with steady hands and a heart full of good. I stirred not just meals, but meaning and grace, Pouring my soul into every dish, every place. Wine like wisdom, rich and rare, Food like truth, prepared with care. They dined on what I could offer whole, A table set with fragments of my soul. But now... the curtains rise. A new scene, a radiant space— White garments wrap me in sacred embrace. The crowd is vast, of every hue, And I am called forth, seen anew. I walk across a stage unseen till now, With the fragrance of purpose upon my brow. My mother watches, quiet with pride, My grandfather returns—late, but on my side. I run to him, past rows of cheers, For even in glory, I honor my years. I make room for the ones who came before, Their dreams now opening every door. This is not just a dream, not just a sign— It is the sacred unfolding of divine design. From kitchen's flame to ceremony's light, I rise, I serve, I claim my right. The spirit moves, the veil grows thin, What once was inward now begins— To manifest, to show, to shine— What was hidden is now divine. So here I stand, clothed in white, A vessel of purpose, crowned by light. Prepared in silence, now called to speak— This is the season. This is the peak.