The Feast

For days I sat at Sodom’s gate
Begging the rich to feed my soul
But no one knew what food I ate
For they thought by now I should be whole

Soon they thought it was too late
For the want I had took its toll
And with disgust they regarded my low estate
Surely some demon is in control

But all I wanted was to clean my slate
With hope as blind as a mole
How was I to know that to fill my plate
I had to find my food in sheol

But now I sit as Abraham’s mate
At a table burning with coal
And with him eat the food he ate
A meal truly filling and truly whole