Prayer: A Poem for Trinity Sunday

Prayer: A Poem for Trinity Sunday
By Jonathan Bennett


Across my table is just the One
But I know they're all there, listening;
Though, I've not set enough cups for three.


It's only in hints—a corner eye,
A touch of accent—that tells me One
Is not the only voice that replies.


And the yous and theys and he and she
Matters less than sitting and talking
To One who's been, awaited, and in.