The Divine Table

Where did we get the idea
that the Divine Table would always be perfect?
Isn't it possible
that sometimes it might just be -- tasty?
Do we really need fine china,
expensive silverware,
crystal goblets?
The point is that the bounty is there for the taking;
that we will be fed:
all we have to do is stop,
breathe,
and taste the sweet nectar of the divine presence.
It's okay to come as you are:
this Host will not be offended by your bare knees,
or by the sweat of your labors.
Just show up,
and all will be well.


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