BANQUET

Spaces in between us Are but salt for fate’s repast As the compass of our hearts Aligns with love at last. There is no separation Even though we are apart As oneness knows no distance No time, no stop, nor start. We shall not lose our way To fulfillment of this dream When our spirits are enjoined By a fabric without seam. The cloth’s spread o’er the table So come, partake with me Of this banquet unending… Love’s seasoned symphony. G.F.C. 4/14/16

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