Holy Fare

The bitterness
of dishonor
sat acrid
in the depth
of my soul
until you 
offered to me
holy fare
even though
I could not
pay the price

The feasting
stirred my hunger
for more
for good
for nourishment
so each day
I return
accepting 
The invitation
I sit
at your table
and eat
my fill
and there
I find life

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