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What will I choose today from the menu?
What will I take from the gifts on the table?
How will I answer the call of the angels,
Will I be willing, will I be able?

Dining in the cosmic restaurant of the soul,
Feeling the hunger that swallows me whole.
Tasting the flavors of the palate divine,
The sweet golden bread, the nourishing wine.

Will I be cross or will I be kind?
Will I have peace and presence of mind?
Will I have reason to burst into tears,
Caught in the crossfire of the passing years?

And will I be blind and pretend not to see,
Not to know the pleasure of God and his mercy?

What will I choose today from the menu?
What will I take from the gifts on display?
Will I choose the most expensive entrée
And hope that the angels all look away?

When will I wake up to my promise,
And see all the good I have to give?
When will I learn to treasure the moment,
To follow my heart as long as I live?

When will I lead and when will I follow,
When will I hold out and when will I cave?
When will I spend all the currency given,
When will I scrimp and when will I save?

What will I choose today from the menu?
What will I take from the gifts on the table?
How will I answer the call of the angels,
Will I be willing, will I be able?

-Bruce Potts
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