The Oak Table
The Oak Table Into the light. Into purpose. I hear a soft knock stir the door to my heart. I shift my gaze to see the eager grins of familiar faces. Laughter echoes through the walls. Across this oak round-table, endless stories have been exchanged during reunions between loved ones. Here, a joyous harmony strengthens our souls. Our time together is like a candle in the darkness of this world. An invisible string connects us, in laughter, tears, even fear, I find myself here. In every lifetime, these are the arms I would run to. Suddenly, all worries fade within the beauty of this community. More often than not, I fall short of expectation, yet here I am wrapped within a blanket of peace. The nestled key to my cage of doubt, my sole foundation is here. Time spent away feels as though the fire within dims. I don’t understand how I ever thought this to be a fixed truth; my gratitude radiates from every smile I exchange. I notice everyone...