My heart is a table

Come leave your crumbs

Your finger print smudges

Your laughter

Your trailing sentences

Prop your elbows

Get lost in a thought and fall silent

Listen to the cadence of a brother’s voice

Analyze the curve and contour of a sister’s profile while she laughs, or frowns, or looks past you

Stay

See vulnerability in dimples and freckles

Wake up and realize that the face and its landscapes are slow lines drawn to the heart

Eye to eye

Move to a new table and sit, be vulnerable in the sitting

Patient and waiting

Set up one around yourself

Prepare

As the church

As the body of Christ

Let us each make ourselves tables for the moveable feast of Jesus

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