the Table
At the Table you are invited...
to be known,
to share,
to receive,
to be nourished,
to rest.
Come you who are poor, have all you see.
Come you who are thirsty, drink to the fullest.
Come you who are hungry, please have your fill.
Come oh immigrant, find your haven.
Come you who are broken and abused, be mended; restored.
Come stranger, be a child once again.
Dear one in the shadows, brave out into the light
be seen,
be overlooked no more.
The invitation given by the Host is for you... for me... for all.
The lavish Table is one of community. Here there is
no "other"; no tribe, no "enemy".
Only Love... and you have been created in Its image.
At the Table Abundance is everywhere... there is more than enough and there is
always room.
Cast aside, then, your weapon; lay down your luggage and bear witness to chains that have dissolved.
You, oh beautiful friend, are free. Breathe. Go.
You are a signpost, an usher. Extend the invitation, bid a generous and hearty welcome.
That everyone might find their place...
at the Table.
