My Buffet

My sumptuous buffet, it will come, that is my hope, I hold out with all my heart, believing the day will come to pass.

I have had to make do with crumbs and scraps of food. I have fed on other people’s leftovers. I have ate what others no longer wanted. I have licked off the plates of others. I have scrapped and begged for food. I ate what does not nourish or nurture my soul just for survival. Days, weeks, I have gone without, not a morsel, but somehow my creator kept me going.

I have been invited to dinner by those who can’t feed themselves, but still wanted my presence and I have been scorned for asking for the promised food. I have been told I would have been fed if only I did this or did that. I have been asked to work for food but at the end of the day was given bones. I have waited patiently in line and when it was my turn, I was told that it is finished.

Yes, I have starved, I have been famished, I have begged and cried for food, my soul has withered and wasted away waiting and hoping that one day I will be fed. I almost gave up, almost stopped hoping and expecting.

But today, my day has come! Today is the day of my feasting, today is the day of my sumptuous buffet, the day I eat to my heart’s contentment. The day I eat food that nourishes and nutures my soul, the day my face glows and my heart leaps, the day my body comes alive, my bones and muscles rejoices, my heart throb. Today is the beginning of my feasting, never to end.

As eat slowly, I smiled lazily. I ate as much as I needed and stood up, knowing I will never starve again as my season of feasting was upon me. My buffet was mine, not to be taken away by anyone.

Your feasting will come!