Who is at the Table?

 

Who is at the Table?

Who sits at my table, who eats of my bread?

Is it only “the worthy” whose hunger is fed?

 

Who is handed the menu and offered the fare?

To whom do I say, “No, you can’t sit there!”

 

The table is spread with a glorious feast.

Are invitees “the highest,” excluding “the least?”

 

At the banquet in heaven, which will happen someday,

Will my “rejects” be seated, while I’m turned away?

One More Time

Things I would like to do with Bill one more time:

*ice skate

*sing a duet

*cheer him on in a race

*walk to church holding hands

*fall asleep holding hands

*ride in the car

*take him a freshly baked cookie

*crawl in bed together

*wake up together

*tell each other about our day

*discuss an issue and reach a decision

*work in the garden

*talk while he empties his pockets onto the dresser

*sit in the bathtub and talk

*sit in the double recliner

*give him a bare …whoops…bear hug