Some folks KNEED a bite of encouragement now and then. Times often are those of silent introspection. Ya know a hunger can come on a soul that lasts well into emaciation of sorts. Breaking bread with one another is a good thing. It is more than what goes into a body. It is what comes out. Sometimes hurling out all that is stored up to belly hurt is a good thing. Spiritually and physically as well. Gets all that poison out of a system. Sure can make a mess though. Funny how some folk might just love enough to wipe it up or hold your hair.
This is speaking of those starved souls that feast on a simple word, a morsel even if it is dropped on the ground at the far end of the table. Now being asked up front to sit beside the head of it all, well that's an honor that almost makes a soul bow head to not see eyes of resentment or jealousy. Keeping eye low when sitting at the head of the table is a false stance. Were it not for the invite...well invited guest have right to hold head high. To eye to eye the guest sitting round about.
If your ever sitting there at the head of the table not really feeling if ya belong. Stick close to the host for he thought of you for a reason. Be close to your friends closer yet to your enemy.
The wish is always however the host be friend, fond loving and willing to fill your plate with encouragement. Breaking bread...well that's just what it is all suppose to be about.
Enjoy your preparations as your feast awaits you. Offer up those morsels to your guests. Bring the low up to the seat of honor. Let em' feast a while.