Friday, April 22, 2011

Love Letter 358 Every Supper

Dear One

I sat at the empty table (and waited for You)
in front of the empty bowl (which you might fill)
my hands were empty
my heart, empty too
filled with longing,
I waited for
YOU


Beloved,
Oh,

On the Third Day YOU Rose Again
to Remind Me

YOU are the table
the bowl
my hands
and my heart

I Love You,
Your Beloved