The Oak Table
The Oak Table
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’s dimples, wrinkles, tooth gaps, and crooked grins. Each trait establishes their cherished individual beauty. Generations have interacted around this very same table, which has served a far greater purpose than intended.
In the chirps of conversation, I lean on the edge of my chair to see the reflection of us in the arched windows. Along with one pinch of my arm, I realize this is mine. However, home isn't limited to these walls. It is wherever and whenever I am gifted with the presence of those who I adore.
We all set this oak table together. We are intertwined in the same manner as the tree that made the ridges of this table. I smell all the delightful cuisines; each dish contributes to the tree of our shared fulfillment. After folding hands, a special prayer, a symphony rings out. Chairs scrape against the tile floors as everyone adjusts themselves as necessary. A complete and utter bliss engulfs us, until the last bite.
At times, I tend to tune out the noise. Yet I still hold respect for those dearest to me. Through all phases of life, to have this source of togetherness is a blessing beyond measure. Rough patches in the past were well worth the discovery of unshakable bonds, which now flourish into my true moral guides, who will remain forever as my oak leaves, in search of new horizons.
