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My Table
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This poetic expression is originally posted at Creative Thinkers International, but I thought I would post it here too. "My Table" was inspired by a forum post & inadvetantly turned into its own message of insight for me. There are many things at all our tables, I have had many terrible offerings in the past, But In Faith & Belief I Know Lessons are a Wonderful Gift Serving Incredible Insights To Knowledge & The Blessings of Harmony & Inner Peace through Love.... If I Could I Would Arrrive To Your Table With a Basket Of All the Hope & Promise of Dreams-Designed Just For You... Peace, Love & Happiness Vickie
My Table Approaching my table you will see that I like to start with a little bit of knowledge to sit upon. I believe no one can ever have too much! Ignorance lacks this integral ingredient which builds comprehension & understanding, and there is no need to do without it…as it is plentiful, and easy to attain, and digest. I also like to leave all the disposable adversities of the day beneath the carpet of morality’s sustenance, all the while knowing with acceptance, and the true st depths of belief that every encounter serves purpose to learn of the fruitful essences of values importance. I will then, passionately grab hold of a plate of fortitude to utilize with some virtue & dignity as I pull myself towards the harvesting bounties of experiences being served; then I either make myself at home to some determination to achieve goals through commitment, or I serve myself a peripheral platter of ideas to learn possible alternative avenues towards prosperity’s gifts bound by renewals, and rewards through achievements. I might even ask someone to pass a little bit of their advice if I can’t quite reach my purposes of discovery. Intellect is always a main course being served , and shared ala mode…. I also fill my glass of hope with many varieties of wealthy emotions; which wonderfully & contagiously spill into an abundance of laughter & happiness all across the table’s fabric of joy, peace and harmonious melodies of love…. Today I took a napkin of faith to dabble away some hardships that arrived uninvited (as they often do) but none the less, I have a surplus of integral fulfillments welcoming a vast array of hungers profusions being served at my table…every single day…morning, noon, or nightfall….Midnight snacks are always an optional inspiration of course, and also I dare not fail to mention that there is an esteemed plethora of vivacity being served daily as a valued dessert on my tables menu of self worth…What’s on your table? (Written: December 28^th, 2008 8:08 p/m) In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love Embraced ~ Embrassé poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique Copyright© 2008 Poetess Victoria L. McColley

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on January 5, 2009

Truly a stunning banquet of food for thought
I love your napkin

Today I took a napkin of faith to dabble away some hardships that arrived uninvited

Stunning inspiring table filled with knowledge to star the New Year!!

Brilliant piece!

A truly brilliant piece!!
Wishing you Peace Love and Light...Morning Star

Reviewed by J AG

Reviewed on January 4, 2009

Wonderfully creative exercise, bringing together what is seen and cannot be seen, into an offering that we so often take for granted ... Nevermore should we skip the evening meal, the chance to sit, to talk, to share sustenance for body, mind and soul. The invitation is cast, and all who hear should RSVP ... What time should we arrive?

Beautifully contrived. A second helping, please!

Reviewed by Felix Perry

This is one of your finest and the Metaphor is so perfect. very well done my sweet friend...enjoyed this a lot.
It would be an honor to sit at your table...
hugs
fee

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

My table is so crowded by important things, silly memories, forgotten happenings, old kisses, last words of friends, sad faces and laughing ones, than none is more worthy than the other...that mountain over my
table will be all that I will left behind.

Georg

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on January 3, 2009

WE are on the same wavelength my friend, (*LOVE YOUR CREATIVE Presentation tho') I sent out an earlier message, called "I WISH" and this bounty of GOODNESS and Blessings for ALL, I put out there into the Universe as you did so ELeGANTLY HERE Vict!
Love your GIVING TAble, Please come to my table and get your full, It is NEVER EMPTY and a very warm atmosphere to please your eyes!
Love this poem Sweetie, may you illuminate brightly! Throughout the NEW YEAR as I plan to do! Let us GLOW as one (UNITY) and the brightness will be dazzling!
WRITE ON!
Wishing you lots of LOVE, LIGHT, Happiness and Peace, blended into Serenity! Love, PURPLE LADY SHEE

Reviewed by Jon Willey

the table is full -- diversity motivates inquisitions of a higher order of magnitude -- the residuals are the ultimate test of the validity of the inquisition's value -- for no man dines alone -- may peace, love, and joy always have a place at your table -- JMW

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

What a banquet you serve, Victoria. I would love a seat at
your table to sample that plethora of vivacity, Indiana style.
-gene.

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

I would love to sit at your table and invite you to sit at mine as I am sure you will find all that pleases you here, at first I thought you were writting about my table. Thank you Vickie for sharing a beautiful write.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Vickie~!

In-depth penning of the highest magnitude - brilliant!!

LOve and Hugs,

Lance

Reviewed by Linda Zebsokey

Dear Victoria,
Beautifully penned insights abound in this poetic discourse. Your table is full of blessings.

Love,
Linda

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

All of the above I think. What a creative way to express the many important elements which sustain us daily. We must eat and drink of them heartily musn't we?
Blessings a whipped cream too. J'nia