Feasting With God
I could feel fond eyes on me
While eating my Caesar Salad hungrily
God was standing beside me
He sat to the nearest seat
I didn’t move away, like some people would
We were feasting and talking
He whispered mildly to me:
“Are you willing to feast with me, my dear friend?”
I nodded promptly and beamed
Though He appeared suddenly,
He knew my every thought and eyed me lightly
He knew I prized His presence
He asked me with a mild tone:
“Are you equipped for your first task, my dear child?”
I nodded in high spirits
He placed His hand on my head
I didn’t shutter—I felt comfortable
He somehow lifted up my joy
I could feel His eyes on me
While thinking about His visit eagerly
Shall I feast with Him again?
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