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