Invitation

My task this week following Christmas is to pull together a serious pile to take to the Goodwill, or rather our local Coastside Senior Opportunity Center store.  One of the pleasures of sorting and stacking used books and clothing is to find shards of memorabilia.  Stuffed as a bookmark in a copy of a fading paperback was a 3 x 5 card with this poem handwritten.  I can't discern a date, but the back of the card was used to score some game when Ron and I partnered against our niece Elissa and her brother Ryan.  I wonder what the game was? Here is the poem. 

Invitation

You served breakfast on the beach

broke bread with thousands at a hillside picnic

celebrated with many at the marriage of Cana –

exciting events all of these.

But this morning it’s only me

on an ordinary Monday

requesting the honor of your presence

at my kitchen table

for coffee and conversation.

Comfort comes in knowing

you require neither

feasts nor crowds—

only an invitation.

Joan Rae Mills

      from “St. Anthony’s Messenger”

        a Catholic Magazine