An ale at eve

An ale at eve

With a friend 

Of old times

And new

The brew is familiar

And the place too

Yet here I wonder

How to be

Presently I wonder

How to be here

But not caught up

Within

The room is full

Of countless known

And where do I stand

Thy truth beside 

May it always with me

No more a mystery 

May thy light be shown

In this place 

And thy light of truth

And grace flow from

My lips as silver

Prudence prepare me

For what's ahead

By you may I be fed

-Joshua Lee Foist