Poetry

Be My Guest

Sit down at my table
And know that you are welcome

Let your skin and bones settle
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where nourishment abounds
And medicine comes in many forms

Sit down at my table
And know that you are seen

In the splendor of your soul
And the pluck of your humanity
Tucked together in one precious bundle
Of holy aliveness

Sit down at my table
And know that you are loved

For who you are, as you are, full stop
No need to sing for your supper
Or prove a single thing
To feast on goodness everlasting

 

© 2020 Gail Barrie

 

 

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