Come to the table
even if you’re starving,
even if all you have to offer
is the weight
of what never grew.
Did you know a tree can break
under the burden
of its own fruit?
What you carry as shame
will be a feast
in the right mouth.
Your honest emptiness
drips with harvest.
This poem is from my book, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name, which offers poems to meet you in every season of life.
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