below the din of their chatterings
beneath their dining table
with an appetite for far more than food
Beneath the table you and I meet
unperceived in our private place
to fill ourselves up
from the core of our soul to the infinity of God
you feeding me, and I you,
with an intimacy and a nourishment
they cannot conceive
Because they think the essence of life
is in their chatterings and in their food.
« return.