You are invited to the Last Supper,
this time with a new dessert.
You will be enthralled
and never want to keep quiet again.
There’s a twinkle to the bread
and a twist to the story.
We are talking about the end of hunger
and the embrace of wonder.
Get drunk on His smile that spreads
to form the rim of the universe.
Be in this happy crowd of broken people,
each boasting their own insanity:
women emerging from the weeds
men shedding stoicism
children done with doom scrolling
dogs end their whimpering.
Together we eat love and every act
flowing from the table is fed by love.
And, there is music
a carillon pealing gratitude.
©️Holy Poetry
A Meal at the Rim of the Universe