Diners

Inside this church

Pews are booths and

Altars, tables where,

On Sunday morning,

In stream the hungry

Eager for conversation

Communion and a

Morsel in moderation

After a long week’s work

The server, no common priest,

Jots down the orders

For Daily Bread

Two eggs, any style,

Crispy hash browns,

Dark rye, and a smile

Here, on Sunday,

There is comfort and rest

On the weekend’s march

To Monday