Your Table



I missed You yesterday….and the week before.
The world’s things intervened: a computer snag,
no time to have it fixed except on Sunday morning,
the week before it was a late Saturday night.

No excuses. I miss the comfort of the wine,
“The cup of salvation,” and the wafer,
“The bread of life.”

I miss Your words in the stained glass
above the altar, “My peace I give you.”

Please, forgive me…..
even as I know I am forgiven.
The loss is mine.


Dian Gillmar
Berkeley, California