Dining With The One Whom My Soul Longs For

Accepting the Invitation

When I’m heavy-laden, 

may I be reminded of the invitation.

The invitation to come and dine— 

for your table is outside of time. 

You’re never too busy or rushed,

but patiently waiting for me. 

I don’t have to RSVP—

I can show up whenever and however

because you just want to be with me. 

Your hospitality is unlike any other.

Receiving His Hospitality 

And when I arrive, 

you ask, 

“Can I take your winter coat?”

I hesitate— 

wondering what will happen

if I let it go

But, as I give it to you, 

you hang it up all nice and neat—

only to return 

with a garment of praise 

to bestow upon me.

You make sure it fits just right, 

and you smile back at me 

as this seems more like a good fit. 

And just when I think it can’t get any better, 

you ask if I need anything to drink. 

I’m not quite sure

how to admit of my need, 

but you’re quick to remind me 

of the wells of living water 

that reside inside of me. 

I sigh 

a sigh 

of relief. 

Confident and secure 

in the way you made me to be.

And oh, I almost forgot!

This is just the greeting—

there’s still a whole table

you’ve prepared for me.

Taking a Seat

I take a seat, 

and I watch 

as you take your rightful place.

You’re seated at the head of the table—

a place fit for a king.

But, it’s not just any seat.

For you are seated

in the mercy seat and

at the right hand of the father. 

It’s the highest, 

yet humblest, 

seat at the table. 

I can’t help but get lost 

in awe and wonder of your majesty, 

as I see you seated 

in your rightful place. 

Partaking in Communion 

And while gazing upon the one 

whom my soul longs for, 

I hear the voice of many waters say, 

“How can I serve you?” 

I’m unsure of how 

it can get any better.

But, then, my attention is directed

to what’s on the table.

There’s a bottle labeled, “New Wine,” 

and the aroma of reconciliation permeates through the air,

as fresh bread awaits for me.

I’m not sure where to dig in first,

but I know both elements 

equal the one.

It’s a complete meal, 

not lacking anything I need—

for it is sufficient. 

I pause—

taking it all in

and remembering the one

who gave it all for me.

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