to the Table . . .

to the Table

it is with every footstep

that i walk in faith

for the ground,

the floor

remains ever below me

that i shall not fall into the abyss

it is with every heartbeat

that my body is fed

and the essence of life is sustained

it is with every breath

that i am nourished

as that which is holy

and symbiotic

gives unto me another moment

of life  . . strung together

that i may hopefully awaken

and realize that i am connected

and a part of

something grander

than my empirically fleeting understanding

i walk in faith

i breathe in faith

it is by faith that the drum beats

calling for my attention

to that which is divine

me . . .  mine . . . mind

we do not question these things

nor do we spend our time

wondering if they shall

perform their duty

i take my hand and touch

that which was but a moment ago

but a vision

but a thought

and by my hand

and my cooperative creative consciousness

it has come to be

i am touched

and i touch

for that i know

is within my prowess

yet my step falters

in the realms of my dreams

for peace

and love

and abundance

all is of this Celestial Fabric

to which i am connected

and i ask . . . why ?

have i failed ?

if failure has no permanence

is not it still possible

to overcome

the limitations we have adopted ?

why is my faith so small ?

am i but a Mustard Seed

waiting to be nourished

by the Holy Waters ?

Buddha spoke of this

Christ reiterated

that we too can be sated

by such a small thing

it truly has potential

doesn’t it ?

let us gather our faith

and feed many

for the Mansions are empty

save for the Souls of yesteryears

the Souls of Saints

the Souls of the Mystics

the Souls of our Brothers and Sisters

and they are lonely,

for they cannot begin to dance and dine

until we bring our Faith

to the Table

© 27 January 2013 : william s. peters, sr.