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Tabletop
Sitting quietly at the table
Surrounded by those I love
I hear what they think of me
I listen to the story they speak
What do I mean to these pilgrims
Who journey with me, yet separate
How do they view my soul
As it sweetly creeps into their space?
Am I a blessing
An insertion of purpose
Or an intrusion of clumsy repetition?
Arriving, I stumble into each human place
Endangering the human race
Did I speak into their silence
Or bring solitude from their terror
Am I humor for the sadness
Clarity in the madness
Goodness through the badness
What do they think?
Converse to me of being free
And the wishes of each heart
I will listen patiently
And pray to learn what’s smart
Whisper your desires before I scream
Shout and I will be still
I am yours as you are mine
From vacant to full may we truly refine
The secret words that unleash the power
The minutes that truly grant the hour
Your hour, my hour,
Joined magnificently
In power
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