Table Reflections

 With knees bent and hands open

     beggars gathered to receive

       holy bread and blessed cup.

         Not a single one worthy

            of the body and the blood

              sacrificed so long ago

for all sinners such as me.

 

Young and old they find a place.

    Slowly and eagerly come

      those whose hope has been shattered,

        those whose bodies bear the scars

          of being lost and undone, 

            even forgotten by all

except the Servant who waits.

 

Today a child leads the crowd,

   him hurrying to the Table

    the rest following closely,

      him standing on the rail,

       the others on bended knee,

        all with open hands, waiting

to be filled with God's grace.