Crumbs
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.