From the Beginning, the Sovereign’s harness of the seer’s
tongue assures a turbulent course. Announcing the
surety of Providence among scarce-minded
people—that’s no way to cover a mortgage.
Blessed is the tongue that proclaims God’s ciphering.
To where may we turn for food that does not spoil,
for water that does not spill, for the bounty which neither
rusts nor rots, unthreatened by thieves of every kind?
Blessed are the hands of those who set
the Beloved’s table, bidding the least,
the lost, and the lame to gather round!
As Wisdom sets her table along the parade of confusion,
as Jesus lifts bread on the evening of betrayal, the
called-of-God face contempt and endure dismissal.
Blessed are the eyes who sing the song of Salvation;
blessed, the ears tuned to the melody of God’s future!
Fear not, oh celebrant of Mercy,
God’s slow-food Movement is underway.
The Table of Memory is set against the
world’s fast-food habits that fatten
arteries and ravage hearts.
Therefore let us eat in plenty, cups overflowing provide,
may this table’s delight inspire earth’s urgent petition:
that one day, all shall eat and be satisfied.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Written to celebrate the anniversary of a friend’s ordination.