A simple piece of wood can mean the world to some.
When we meet at the table, a transformation takes place.
All of a sudden,
your age,
your profession,
your ethnicity,
your family status,
your gender,
your faith don’t matter.
Here we are all equal.
Human beings, ready to share a meal together.
When we meet at the table, we gather with our stories and know that people will listen. Our questions
and doubts
are welcome
because we trust others to hold them for us.
At the table we delight in the colorful diversity and richness creation has to offer.
We taste
the goodness of the Lord
in new flavors,
spices
and recipes.
When we meet at the table, we enjoy each other’s company by doing something mundane as eating together.
Everyone does it
everyday,
but far too many of us have to eat alone so often.
Being together over food nourishes our bodies,
warms our hearts
and strengthens our souls.
A simple place that has become home to so many.
Welcome people with their thoughts and stories to your table – and you might give them the world today.
Writing for Five Minute Friday today.
Photo by Hannah Busing on Unsplash
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What a beautiful word-picture of a table in its truest sense, Katha. I actually love eating alone most of the time (teaching burns up all my other-people bandwidth and I need to recharge in silence ;)). But a leisurely meal with friends on the weekend is a blessing.
I’d really rather eat alone
than with others, anyway,
them always looking at their phone
on which they shop and text and play
the games that beep and chirp and squeal
and make heads bob and jerk and nod;
this doesn’t make for a shared meal
when folks are lost in their own fog
of pixels and the cursed cloud
to which they daily genuflect;
to Steve Jobs’ altar they are bowed,
and it’s God whom they reject
by shunning whom they sit beside
when in electric dreams they hide.