My table is always set for a great many more…

My table is always set for a great many more…
Full of a blend of so many colors…
I don’t have to think about what comes next…
I am to busy smiling.

Watching the weaver, weave,,,
I am just one strand of it all…
See, how She uses everything completely…
O weaver, come to my table and tell us a tale.

Each meal is just like in the olden days…
We each tell each other, “I have returned!”
It is followed by, “Is that really you?”
Yes, it is true, you can reclaim the lost years.

Old planks and mud bricks…
Put together with each toast and each course…
When we sing, we sing loudly and slowly…
Feeling the way the universe has made us to feel.

Ah, finally my words have drawn you here…
Now, stop stressing about finding the answer?
You know, only a few have ever found it before…
It’s right here at my table.

It can also be at yours!

I love you,

Annie