This is the archive for Dave's Poetry - at the moment individual Poems are shown below. 

However, as the number of poems grows they will be organised into collections.

The Table

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The Table

The table, says Paolo

Used to be an altar

It was sacramental

Where the body and blood

Was truly shared

It was a confessional

Where all was forgiven

The Prodigal welcomed

Where you came in wanting

And left fulfilled

Where you met in communion

Bitterness laid aside

Differences suspended

Where strangers were welcomed

Where to have was celebrated

And to have not was left at the door

Where we shared and served each other

Where need came before appetite.

The table was strong

It would last a lifetime

It drew us back.

A romantic view perhaps.

Now we eat off our knees

Alone, silently, before a screen.


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