Poems From The Porch
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I take a bite of this moment
and savor its richness,
the gift of life here and now.
Together we sit around this table.
All are welcome and everyone belongs.
fundamentalist and liberal
religion of every flavor
spiritual, but not religious
each chair holding a valid position
“Who created the table and chairs
and the bodies sitting in them?”
Who is the Author of our feast?
To some who are seated,
this question is uninteresting and irrelevant.
While others think that they know
the answer for all.
Perhaps we are just meant to
enjoy the banquet together,
in gratitude and appreciation,
until the day comes
when we must exit the restaurant
for a destination unknown.
pass the potatoes, please.