Dinner

Purple, like the wine to be
Hard pressed on every side
Struck down, but not destroyed
Squeezed, sweet, and fine; let’s dine

If I could put emotions on the table,
Serve them for dinner,
I’d slide anger out in the open middle
To serve it up, first platter

One to get out of the way
Like an appetizer no one remembers later
But we all eat, because we’re at the table
And feel the hunger for justice inside

2nd course, main dish, I’d set out creativity,
Rejoicing in the enlightenment of meat,
Where I’m filled with the most satisfying of dishes
Which energizes body, soul, and spirit

By this time, we’re all stuffed to the brim,
Reveling that we tasted and saw that it was good,
Happy from being satisfied in the present, since we hungered and thirsted for what we previously didn’t know existed

With no money, and invitation in hand,
We came to buy, to eat, to drink
Wine and milk without cost
Even milk for babes, from their mouths come praise

3rd course, embraced by the warriors who endured
Like an army ready for the promised land 
Milk and honey on broken bread with drinks overflowing
Oil stuck on beards like common unity clings to nation’s Kings

Emotions of great sadness in memory of those not with us,
Great rejoicing for those who are,
And drinks clinking together at the table as our enemies watch us celebrate lives to come

Dinner is over, but the eating has just begun.

Selah