Come to my table and sit for a spell.  Where generations have gathered.  Stories and woes poured out. Hot steaming cups of warmth in hand, as time passes. Nourishment given.  Come to the table where we share who we are. Where we break bread and study the word. Come, sit with me. I long to hear the stories.   I long to walk a spell.  Held captive by the road with which you have walked.  Come to my table and sit for spell.  Take a load of your feet.  Lay down your burden, release your shame.  You ... View Post