Supper.

Lights are not what make a dinner table shine.
Nor is food the thing that fills.
Flowers are not the incense
and the dishes don't offer up the nourishment.
It is not the candles that make each face glow,
and music is not what tunes every present heart.
True communion with ones neighbor only stems
from this reverent understanding:

I am here because of you,
and we are here because of Him.

It is with this thought alone that we can truly say to one another,
"Come and dine."

When this rarity of occasions happen,
it is a feast reflectant of the heavens.

Anything less than selflessness when it comes to
table fellowship is but a mere cattle line-
troughs laden with fine china
and lace.