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