Saturday, November 22, 2008


I have come to bring comfort to the table

To find a table of comfort

And to be comforted.

Thousands have come before me

Searching for comfort

But comfort is hidden ‘neath a veil of sorrow

Beneath the blue waves of misery

Comfort can be found

In smoky rooms of angst and heartache

Tables are laden with comfort

I have come for the table of comfort

Burdened with the woes of our fathers

The table creaks and moans with comfort

Each person sits comfortably at the table

One after another reach out for comfort

And the table gives comfort to all

Both the impatient and the patient are comforted

Even when the table is cleared of comfort

Still there is comfort for everyone

Where comfort has not been found before

I have not come to comfort anyone

Only to find comfort for myself

When I find comfort I will be

Wrapped in a blanket of comfort

Comfortable at last in the room of comfort

Only then will I offer comfort

To the silent bystander who stands by

And pleads for comfort from me

His supplication has been heard

And he will not leave uncomforted.


cafe selavy said...

If you wander far enough
you will come to it
and when you get there
they will give you a place to sit

for yourself only, in a nice chair,
and all your friends will be there
with smiles on their faces
and they will likewise all have places.

Robert Creeley

Me said...

this is very good

Anonymous said...

you know what you are doing. great fotos and poetry!!