The Table by K.T. Crocker

The Table
by K.T. Crocker 8crockers@home.com

A banquet cloaked in mystery
behind a hidden veil
awaiting guests that must undo
the long-forgotten tale

“And I will give thee the treasures of darkness...."

The hungry search for crumbs along
a foliage covered path
leading through a twisted maze
camaflouged in past

“and hidden riches of secret places....”

Some, with luck, will stumble on
the spread of feasting fair
Some will wander evermore
entangled in despair

“that thou mayest know that I, the Lord....”

Aroma drives the seekers mad
and hope drives others on
while waiters guard the gala fare
protracting out the wrong

“I have even called thee by thy name....”

The Maker of the secret feast
has seen the starving fall
and cursed the greed that shrouds the way
to truth—a bread for all.

(--Isaiah 45: 3-4 )

K.T. Crocker is a mother, student, and a searching adoptee born July 20,
1969 in Miami, FL. As a Christian, she marvels at those organizations
which oppose open records and yet call Jesus, an adoptee who preached
"the truth shall set you free," their savior.

(This feature appeared in the Summer 1999 issue of the Bastard Quarterly.)