Feast

The sleep that evades me is so desperately needed

The dreams that follow keep me in confusion
The people I dream of
Friends of the past life
I lived many years ago
I have to wonder why
Why are they sitting at the table with me?
What is the relevance to it all; I have to ponder.
The people that drift in and out of my dreams are from so many years ago
We are breaking bread together
Are we at the Lord’s table, per chance?
Is this God’s way of letting me know my fears
My deepest fear
Is for naught?
That forgiveness is abundant
Much like the feast that I attend with my friends

Am I being shown these people for a reason,
Or is it simply chance?