26. July 2011 · 3 comments · Categories: poetry

To the One who feeds my soul—

I visit your table set for a feast
joyfully carrying my own offering
We sup together; I eat and drink of the vine
I leave full, the seams now breaking

I soak up the fullness and think of it all that day
Not long later, the memory starts to fade
Busy with my to do’s, jobs, and chores
the feeling of fulness is now long gone

Instead there’s a daily gnawing feeling
deep inside my soul
I try to fill the taste with busyness
but something’s not quite right

I begin to feel empty, discontented, and despair
then something triggers a memory (was it You?)
I smell a fragrance of another’s offering
I hear of another’s eucharisteo meal

It is then I recall the last time we dined
when I gave my thanks and feasted on your word
My deep hunger draws me back to the table
and with the first taste, I instantly see
all I had missed since I had gone
how much time I had wasted and how starved I’d become

Now I know this eucharisteo is a daily offering
given each time together we dine
when I eat of your word and you fill me
when I share the thanks I have to give
and you share from your feast of love-
until I am satisfied

Until we meet again tomorrow?
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3 Comments

  1. Love it! Thanks for sharing nourishment from the feast.

  2. this is wonderful…
    I just the other day commented on a friend’s beautiful, poetic reflection of our second week of Bible in 90 Days reading, wistful for my poetic days — but not wistful for the depression and anger that the poetry helped me work through. I have been tempted to pray for my poetic voice again…. but… all in good time. :)

    Thank you SO much for stopping by both of my blogs, and for your lovely comment. It means so much.

    -Meredith

  3. Oh, I loved this! “Busy with my to do’s, jobs, and chores
    the feeling of fulness is now long gone”….I relate. It’s amazing how quickly we become starved again and don’t even realize it. Sometimes I wonder how in the world I make it…and you’re right, as soon as we come back to His table, it’s like our eyes are opened to how feeble we actually are, and how much we NEED Him. Such a beautiful post! He is so faithful to fill us up, yet again, time after time! :)

    Thanks for this!

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