Dining Out

She cheerfully invited herself
to stay for my one week holiday
as I had done to her in the past..
She was recovering from a long
hospitalisation, looked forward
to a carefree holiday.

We explored my local region
on daily trips, enjoying cafes
under bright blue sunny skies.

On her last night she invited me
to dinner at a place I chose.
I knew she was thanking me
for a fantastic holiday week.

Our excellent meal lived up to
the restaurant’s reputation
both main course and desert.

Just before the final coffee
a ten ton broadside –
she pressed me hard to join
her now in her new church’s
worship, following Jesus.

I accept the right of others to
choose if and how they worship.
She does not allow me that right.

Having done what she came
to do she departed next day.

 

Dining Out