A LETTER

Dear lord christ,
this world that holds together in the
glory
of your true unity with Father God -
this world is bound in decaying subjection to Time.

oh lord christ! this world is hungry
&
it feeds on patience & gulps down endurance
until
the table of my heart is bare & only crumbs remain to offer you.

it seems like everyday i rise early to prepare
your favorite things;
before the sun rises i gather spices for the wine &
i never forget to add salt to the meat.

As soon as everything is cooked, i ring the dinner bell to call you in....
but somehow
the hungry world
shows up
first
and the table of my heart grows bare & only crumbs remain to offer you.

i apologize, lord christ. this world is hungry
& I haven't learned how
to
bar the door against its appetites.

but i will try again.
You are cordially invited to dinner tomorrow, March 26.

Love,
cate

P.S. perhaps, & i ask this humbly, you wouldn't mind doing a potluck?