At Table – Lent Thirty`Eight

Jan Richardson

Jan Richardson

Sitting at table with family
the miracle that is the shared gene
That we should have emerged
from the same womb
spawned by the same sperm
No one would guess we belong
We hardly know we belong
We speak our irrelevancies
our island homes
the salmon berries
a fallen hemlock
the rings in a cedar
the recovery of the market
By invocation God who shares the table
What on earth are these people doing?
God is asking himself
Who are these people?
impressive résumés
remarkable careers
citizens of the world
collectors of masterpieces
hedgers of all bets against time
Then in a moment of silence God
God hangs his coat on the back of a chair
With water from the pitcher on the table
he washes their ancient feet & dries them
with a napkin that matches the table cloth
Before cock-crow you too will betray me
Yet this bread & this wine is for you


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to At Table – Lent Thirty`Eight

  1. conscience-raising

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  2. Humbling and insightful. :)

    Liked by 1 person

  3. kiwiskan says:

    love those last six lines…

    Liked by 1 person

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