My Portion

I came to the table
My soul was hungry
Hollowed like a drum
Needing to be fed

I came to the table
My soul was thirsty
Parched like the ground
Needing to be watered

The server asked
What would you like?
I answered--rest in my mind
Lightness in my heart
Acceptance--even when I am wrong

He began to pour out my portion
And fed me ‘til I wanted no more