Supper

I ask you very little: Stay with me and talk. If order is in your heart forever sacred, Create your own abode with me. Knock on the door, I hope I’ll sit down with you and double me, I’ll set the table at my lamp, Give us our daily bread, my God. We will dine with You, And I rejoice, dumb child, Not a poor, callous quickie, And by Bread, Who gives life. Your whole being is at peace, Naked, so you can walk. Stop all earthly idols from moving, When you pray to your heart's content!