Whatta ya say?

If God is that small space
  left at the table, then go ahead
  and sit there if you like.
Even if you weren’t invited,
  that doesn’t mean you aren’t welcome.
Perhaps you were just overlooked,
  missed, as in
  they would have missed you  
  and wished you were here
  if you hadn’t come . . .
  not forgotten
  only misplaced when places were set.
Yes, there,
  wedge into that spot where John leans away
  to rest his head on Jesus . . . right next to Judas,
  where perhaps you’ll have time
  to whisper in his ear, or even chat a moment,
  just small talk you understand
  until supper starts.