Come And Dine Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Bread of life and living water
calling still to dine on these
nourishing and ever healing
thirst and hunger to appease

Once there hobbled a lone hiker
sore feet blistered from rough stones
not a penny in his pocket
not a shelter to call home

Nearing a small clump of bushes
he collapsed in welcome shade
suddenly his mind saw visions
of a banquet richly laid

Bony fingers reached the table
where fine linen held rich food
greedily as would the dying
grabbing anything he could

He drank deeply from a chalice
gobbling bread to heart's content
gladly feasting without asking
why this wayside gift had sent

Long ago a feast was offered
precious banquet without price
many wealthy were offended
their own larders would suffice

Trusting barns of grain won't mildew
nor fair fields could suffer blight
certain wells would never muddy
or that noon might turn to night

Bread of life and living water
calling still to dine on these
nourishing and ever healing
thirst and hunger to appease.