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!
