Lead me, Christ,

to Your table,

where a weary soul

can rest.

 

Lead me, Christ,

my wounded healer,

to the grace

laid out for us.

 

Embrace me, Christ,

in arms infinite.

Welcome me, “Come,”

Word of Life.

 

Soothe me still,

Patient Father.

Wrap me up

in peace until

 

Your food and wine

Revive me

And I lift my head

To see

 

Your Presence

Captivating,

Captures

My attention,

My soul

Till I’m relieved of these burdens

Slipping off

Slow

 

And I find myself

Engaging,

Contributing

To the dialogue,

Round Your table.

 

The Trinity’s constant

Communion

Of love

Given and received,

Round and round,

Including me.

 

A never ending

Exchange of affection,

Affirmation,

Assurance,

Crowding out

All but this

Deep knowing.

 

I belong.

It’s the human heart cry

Answered in the darkest woods,

By a family

Ever searching

Never giving up.

 

Son and daughter,

come to the Table,

assured of this;

You are found.

You are loved.

You are relieved.

You are enough.

You are comforted.

You are full,

Restored,

Enjoyed,

Cared for,

Here,

At the Table.