People returned secretly at first
One by one, until they became a long line of seekers
They are those who are pulled by desires they do not understand
Remembering how abundance had rained upon them once
They remember tasting delicacies from a foreign table
They had secretly loved them and desired more
But to their peers and to their allies
They pretended to despise the table
Choosing instead bland gruel
It lacked flavour, colour and nutrition
They turned up their nose at the foreigners
They returned to their gruel, expecting to find satisfaction again as they had once before.
But they had to forcibly swallow and choke it down
They checked with the cooks
Who looked at them strangely – No one had ever complained before…
They added sugar
They added salt
They added cream
And although it helped a little
It did not satisfy
After all gruel is gruel
Boredom and dissatisfaction grew
And slowly, slowly
One at a time
They looked toward the foreigners and remembered how nice it had been
How fiery, satisfying, interesting, vibrant and warm it had been.
They discovered they began dreaming of those delicacies and all the interesting things they had seen, tasted and heard
Instead they would awaken hungry, cold and miserable.
But those who had secretly loved and desired the foreign table, eventually returned to the foreigners, choosing at last what their hearts truly desired
But pride held the loudest of those who had laughed, to sit with the gruel forever
They refused to embrace the idea of pleasures that were unfamiliar, no matter how lovely they were
But those who left, knew that by doing so, they would be changed forever and would be unable to go back to the awful gruel that had left them hungry, thirsty and malnourished.
They only looked back in sadness at their starving friends who refused to embrace the new or the unfamiliar.