They offered me the crumbs left over from their feast.

They said, “Be patient. One day you might indulge at

this table.” I tried to wait as they gorged without guilt.

They offered a crumb of bread here. A drop of wine

there. I grew tired. I began building while waiting.

Found a foundation. Studied the blueprints. Prayed

for the resources. I was forced to build on my own.

To be strong. My table is long.