The feast by Joanna C Vandersee 18July2017
Breathless arrival.
Yet,
one could not
slip
unaided through
the entry Way.
Led, beaming;
vast corridors of perfection
glared
at my resistive frame.
Until the Hand that
bade me welcome
indicated –
Sit and eat.
And I was shyly resting
on the pillows of
majestic grace,
and dared take crumbs –
and saw
the
others too
who
feasted
now so far from road and
by-way lanes.
I lay back – gleaming,
bright
new robe -
then
ate up lavish
serves of love.
© JCV