Setting the table
As I lay a fork near a plate,
let me remember this is Your table, not mine.
As I set the water glasses down
and fold the napkins, let me be reminded
that every setting at this table
is Yours, not mine.
Each one who will partake of this meal
is a particular someone You love, a someone
You have made and who You sustain.
In You nothing and no one is forgotten.
How vast and providential is the memory
with which You keep us all.
It is only we who forget You
and then one another.
It is we who starve each other
and exclude each other.
Give me new eyes.
When the glass is raised by my friend
let me see You drinking.
When the fork is lifted by my child,
let me recognise You eating.
You are the hidden joy which feeds
and keeps everything. You are the table,
the guest, the meal, and the commemoration.
Make in my person a place setting for You.
Remind me of your true nature
which is recalled only in You.
Gunilla Norris, Being Home: A Book of Meditations, Bell Tower, 1991, 60.