Dinner Date Poem by Sasta Kuppan

Love is always dressed in its Sunday best
Seated ceremoniously at a communal table
Presenting its lap with arms outstretched
Never tiring of giving more than it will ever hold

Love is often found soaking serviettes in yesterday's leftover laughter
Spreading smiles unapologetically across shared memories
Serving generously from open hands
Ready to be consumed

It is a table laid with cups overflowing with possibility
Where there is no maximum headcount and no reservations are necessary
Where the little card that holds your place
Waits wide-eyed and excitedly for you to come inside
So you can hear it say:

'No matter who you were yesterday
Tomorrow will still be a wonder
But today's the day you showed up for Love
You are present
You are able
And there will always be a place for you at this table.'

Love serves and love feeds and love grows.