God's Table
by Michael Romani

Struggling through my day to day
Pushing on in my own way
Just as well as I am able
Finding my place at God's table

An icon of subtle magnificence
Quietly speaks volumes of diffidence
Offering me it's crushing fellowship
As a form of focus of my adoring worship

The divine circle dance of sacred revelation
An enigmatic picture of a studied distinction
A place at God's table is hard to imagine
Filled with all of the varied aromas like a Moroccan tangine

Focusing on the quandary of Abrahamic hospitality
The sacred art of the wounded sacred heart
Genuine in the love of the dynamic trinity
Circling around unable to tell end from start

Self-consciously caught up in the sacrilegious 
Transcending cheap sentiment disguised as religious
It's an encounter that is strictly invitational
Above and beyond the communion of the relational

The nature of God revealed in our midst
Based on the genuine things we might have missed
But the nature of God will not allow for this
And instead focuses on that which we might miss

The Trinity is the icon of holy icons
That on which we might best and most reckon
An icon of three colors that are primary
Representative of the facets of the most Holy

Rublev's icon has made many an ardent believer
Out of all but those fallen to the true deceiver
Gold being the color of our perfect Father
At whose feet, His children all gather

Next to the human color of blue
Both sea and sky mirrored in this hue
God in Christ taking on aspects of humanity
Two fingers of spirit, matter and divinity

The spirit represented in a blossom of green
The fertility and fecundity on which Hildegard leans
In the lushness of her Rhineland surroundings
Transformed by the Holy Spirit abounding

(c) April 11, 2017 Michael Romani