The Table (Poem)

Unkept hair and chapped lips

I come to the table riddled with doubts and shadows


Wrinkled collar and oil stained jeans

I come to the table hungry for pardon and assurance


Bone weary hands and unkept promises

A table for weary travelers

Half hearted prayers and a scrambled mind

We come to the table prepared to swim in limitless pools of grace

A table of cheap juice and stale bread

Joy unspeakable

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