Written by Dagmar Morgan
come,
this is your invitation to the table.
I have set a place just for you.
you may not know me very well,
we may not be the best of friends
but I know
that no one else can take your place.
each letter on your namecard spells “loved”.
it spells “I have been waiting for you. welcome home. I am so glad you are here.”
bring nothing & leave with everything.
dine on the mercy that you have longed for.
lay down the suffering you have carried to this table;
for too long you have feasted on heartache, brokenness, hurt, loneliness…
we all know hunger; it is the cry of life,
a cry that we are not done.
the suffering pulled from my skin
is a common thread that pulls us together.
Here, I serve my wounds as a replacement for yours.
see the breaking of bread
as my body broken for you.
it is the breadcrumb trail back to my heart.
there is no recollection of wrongs,
just a re-collection
of yourself as I see you:
Recognized,
Valuable,
Whole,
Worthy,
Held,
Heard,
Forgiven,
Good Enough – who told you, you were not good enough?
come empty and leave full to the brim.
with your thirst,
see the new wine I pour
into old wounds
My blood poured out for you
is a love story
written in via dolorosa red
onto the cross.
see how I put it all on the table for you.
with your search for love you need look no further
than my face
you are more
than the apple of my eye
you are a seed
I planted just to watch it grow
your acceptance of this is the sweetest smell
rising to the heavens.
this is our story,
not even death can separate us.
in a world that says there is no free meal
come my table and see that I have already paid for you.
