Today I broke bread in the garden of the damned.
I sat and met the devil.
I drank his wine and ate his fruit.
It would do me no favour, to deny generosity of any host.
Today I broke bread in the garden of the blessed.
I sat and met almighty.
I drank no wine. I ate no fruit.
It would do me no favour, to expect the kindness of a stranger.
Today I broke bread in a garden of my own.
I sat alone and silent.
I drank my wine and ate my fruit.
It would do me no favour to dine with those who seek my soul.