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?