Hospitality: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

There at the table
set with tolerance
You pour peace into my glass,
but I refuse to drink.

You offer me a place at Your table,
but I refuse to sit.
My pride will keep me blinded
to the places set for the entire world.


//Collette Kristevski, 2017

*all art and words are my own*

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