Dinner Table Communion

A community of kindred spirits
Gathered in warm exchange.
Sharing fellowship
And a sense of mutual reflection.

‘How do you feel?’ he asks.
In polite euphemisms,
In diner’s language,
I mumble my ‘good’ reply.

‘No, but how do you feel?’
He presses again.

And so we plunge deeper,
Into realms of  revelation,
Personal encounter:
Slowly lowering
The guard.

We nod.
We understand.

Quietly and in unspoken ways
We feel Your presence
As we gather the crumbs from under Your table.

~ Lee Parker