Grace at Mealtime

In the presence of mine enemies

why is this table prepared?

To gather me to my enemies

my enemies to me:

 

to feed us, give us drink,

invite us each to speak,

to dance, to cry,

to call for justice, hearing,

 

healing. O thou preparest

the great wheel, the table round,

the rose window at the bottom

 

of my heart, through which you shine,

O sweet soul's broken, fiery light