Found (For St Matthew, Apostle and Martyr)

He found me sitting at my booth,
My counterfeit, faux-Roman throne,
Where I hoarded wealth and guilt
And bought my people’s shame.

He found me sitting at my booth
And said to me, “Rise; follow me”,
Without equivocation, no
Question in his voice.

They saw him at the table with me
And with other sinners too
And asked how he could bring himself
To dine with lepers such as we.

I saw him at the table with me;
“Don’t you know that doctors come
Only for the sick?” he asked.
That table was a royal throne.

He found me sitting at my booth
And said to me, “Rise, follow me.”
Without equivocation, no
Questioning, I rose.