Potluck

The plates are stacked,
The house is clean.
At least as close,
As I've ever seen.
Soup on the stove,
The record sings,
Sometime you gotta trust
Whatever people bring.

Just put it on the table
Next to the wine and beer.
Don't mind the mess,
Glad you're here.
Come in from the cold dark,
Pull up a chair.
Whatever you've brought on in,
Its welcome here.

Louise made those deviled eggs,
On the edge of a heart break.
Johnny picked up a bag of chips,
Because he had nothing at home to take.
Audrey brought all the kids,
With cookies as a bribe,
Paul hesitates at the door,
Before he finally walked inside.

Of all the troubles we carried around,
All the losses we can't seem to put down
It's a quiet mercy, we're saying grace,
Holding the soft light, juggling plates.

The kids are tired, the dog is asleep
Leftovers in hand and a hug when you leave.
Gravel steps and a slipper moon
The big dipper shines like a big ol silver spoon

Just put it on the table,
When the night is bright and clear,
Don't mind the mess,
Glad you were here.
May the meal go with you,
You're not alone,
As the heavens keep turning,
On the slow way home.
On the slow way home.