Come, come sit at the table,
come sit at my table with me.
We will eat, and share, and live,
and just together we will be.
A table is more it seems,
more than the wood and chairs you see.
It brings people together,
and gives birth to something called “we”.
The table is found in homes,
where anger has really no place,
can anger stay at a table
when we share and look in the face?
So please come sit at my table,
for we live at such a fast pace.
Let’s speak of things Eternal
and dream of a beautiful place.
Copyright © HighWave Brian | Year Posted 2018
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