At the Master´s Table
“The woman came and knelt before him. “ Lord, help-me!” she said”
He replied, “ It is not right to take the children´s bread and toss it to the dogs.”
“ Yes, Lord, “, she said , “ but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters´ table. “
Then Jesus answered “ Woman, you have great faith !Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed from that very hour .” ( Mattew 15:25-28)
It has been quite a short time
Since I have first realized
That palaces and king´s chambers
Are not good places for truth to hide
Because milk and honey
On their tables do not abide .
History has whispered that
Gold and silver vessels
Might not hold the meal taste
And savory dishes can be rejected
If not served by well dressed hired servants.
Where , then, can truth -
The food for the hungry
Be found?
Truth will never be clothed !
Truth accepts no bribe!
It is edible … served raw !
No flattery is accepted within the realms of this kingdom!
It carries neither scents nor spices
Of good deeds from those ones of royal descent.
It stands high in the skies , though reached only by the beggar´s empty stomach,
It might be offensive, therefore challenging
It unveils secret inner places where we feed our prejudices,
A disguise for our self-justice and pride.
It strips us off our royal rags, we cherish as ‘ ourselves’
Humility and sincerity wait on its banquet!
Offensive enough to proud lost children ,
Sharp and blunt to the scornful and disobedient,
Yet altogether gracious and tender to the humble .
Pilates turned his back to it,
The mob has sentenced it to death ,
Power has made it guilty of crimes against humanity ,
The non-believer calls it a liar and illusionist ,
Others say it kills… it poisons .
Where can truth be found , then ?
It is bred in the land of starvation
An underground world
Where comfort zones are not allowed
Under the master´s table, where the underdogs
Strive for food - celestial food.
It is sometimes seated on the ground, among the outcast …
Or in the dust of the earth, our next of kin
And where real life can be brought fourth
Where a dog lies as a dog
But rises a real son of the king of kings
Heir of the greatest of all gifts:
The honour of eating daily bread at the master´s table.
History has whispered that
Gold and silver vessels
Might not hold the meal taste
And savory dishes can be rejected
If not served by well dressed hired servants.
Where , then, can truth -
The food for the hungry
Be found?
Truth will never be clothed !
Truth accepts no bribe!
It is edible … served raw !
No flattery is accepted within the realms of this kingdom!
It carries neither scents nor spices
Of good deeds from those ones of royal descent.
It stands high in the skies , though reached only by the beggar´s empty stomach,
It might be offensive, therefore challenging
It unveils secret inner places where we feed our prejudices,
A disguise for our self-justice and pride.
It strips us off our royal rags, we cherish as ‘ ourselves’
Humility and sincerity wait on its banquet!
Offensive enough to proud lost children ,
Sharp and blunt to the scornful and disobedient,
Yet altogether gracious and tender to the humble .
Pilates turned his back to it,
The mob has sentenced it to death ,
Power has made it guilty of crimes against humanity ,
The non-believer calls it a liar and illusionist ,
Others say it kills… it poisons .
Where can truth be found , then ?
It is bred in the land of starvation
An underground world
Where comfort zones are not allowed
Under the master´s table, where the underdogs
Strive for food - celestial food.
It is sometimes seated on the ground, among the outcast …
Or in the dust of the earth, our next of kin
And where real life can be brought fourth
Where a dog lies as a dog
But rises a real son of the king of kings
Heir of the greatest of all gifts:
The honour of eating daily bread at the master´s table.
Obed R. Souza
May, 19/2009
