In a dream, i come into an enormous room
and say yes before
these others and am seated at an endless table.
I see strangers faces taking shape.
A voice whispers against
my skin. Again, I recall this as my first brush with friendship.
Trusting i say yes, it will come He has spoken.
Trusting i say to this group’s shadow, it will not be long, or maybey it will, and we will have to wait til heaven to see all
of who is here–there are more saints
than i can see in this space-
their contours nebulously glowing…
though i can make out your face clearly friend;
trusting, i know already i too, belong. i am part of this. i am included
In this particular circle; I and You are
already securely seated and coming into view…
We, together, waiting for a banquet to begin-
a banquet a stranger has made just for us!