Psonnets of Romance
Our Fellowship

I must admit the food is not the best,
but that should neither hinder us nor stop
us giving thanks and blessing this poor slop.
So come recline, and lean upon my breast
because, in spite of this, you are my guest.
Then may our words be milk, and honey drop
with spices stirred into a sweeter sop
before the meal can cause you to protest.
Why should we care so much what we are fed
when we break bread and savor every quip
of conversation born of God and led
to edify ourselves in Christ? Come dip,
if not the hidden manna, broken bread
into that sweeter sop - our fellowship.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org