dinner at God's

when this life is done, I hope for that
long-awaited conversation with God
a welcome invitation to his place rather than his office
by a great hearth where we can sit
and finally explain, deep into the night,
all those things I'm clearly not getting.
What in the world, would I bring to such a table?
other than boxed questions and broken answers
what wine, what bread to break
with Love that I have tried and tired
for what has been a single, woolly, silken yarn
I think I shall have to settle for something funny
God knows, Love has a sense of humour.

© lyw