How do you do it?

I attended prayer group yesterday.  This was my first time with the group.  It was different from other prayer groups I have attended.  This prompted the beginning of today*s poem.  Then I thought about my family in a restaurant.  Usually we all order different things.  Sometimes the food is particularly good.  Sometimes it is particularly bad.  My beloved always wants to share his, and have a bite of mine.  Sometimes he says This is awful... want a bite?  Every family has its jokes.  This is one of ours.  Still, in the best spirit of sharing, it is best when it goes both ways.

I want to ask

How do you do it?

Truth be told:

I want to be asked

The same.

Usually I find the good questions

Go both ways.

They contain

The longing to know,

And

The yearning to be known.

I desire to share

What has been offered

On the plate

That is my life.

How do you do it?

Would you like to try

What I am having?

I*d appreciate

A sample

Of what*s on your plate.

It looks delicious.

Try a bite of mine.