Every Southern-born girl
(whose family reunions included collards, catfish, and cobblers)
carries the secrets of good fried chicken in her gizzard.
The wizardry requires egg whites
(and only egg whites)
to gain crisp bites
and approval from a crowd.
Include the yolks and you might be deemed
city folk
or at least a youngin.’
Tongue-in-cheek ‘perfection’
Of soft batter and sad hearts.
Smiling at the sizzle
I find my mind tickled by thoughts
of leadership and knowledge
of leadership and wisdom.
While knowledge can puff up from
Within,
Wisdom that perfects is found
Without.
The secret of fried chicken lies
in the absence of the fatty yolk.
In the knowing that
excess fat
will not allow for the oil’s
crisp and crackle.
How often have we met a leader
whose inner fat
of self-righteous information
resisted and ruined,
leaving a bad taste and sad hearts.
We must start to find a new way.
No longer must leaders lead
because they know it all within–
Egg-washed in yolky sin
Of arrogance.
No.
Instead we must follow those bathed in whites-washed wonder
who seek all the riches of His anointing oil
from without
not doubting that the sufficiency is from Him.
He makes us a Christ-like fragrance,
The radiance of His glory,
Leaving good news and glad hearts.
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