Thursday, November 28, 2013

We come

We come to the table with our heaviness, our sadness, our disappointment, our angst.

We come with resolve for different and better.
We come with hearts that are joyful and for some, even bitter.

We come with our baggage, our fear, timidity, and even for some, naivete.

We come with discomfort and comfort quilted within us.
We come with remembrance of generations before us.

We come with tight jaws, bringing our empty, gritty and raw.

We come with our yesteryear's, our now, and the tomorrow's that we hope and we fear.
We come with our memories and our many-sized dreams that we hold so near.

We come with our holeyness, and our wholeness, and find there among us a Holiness.

We come with imperfect love that seeks to fill and free each other.
We come with a willingness to share in communion with each other.

We come to the table with an invitation to feel and to be Real, stuffing ourselves on the gifts of grace.


this is our worship. 
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1 comment:

  1. yes, all of it is our worship, as my wise friend is teaching me. Happy Thanksgiving to you, your family, and to all those whose lives you enrich by being in them.
    Peace and good, dear Amy.
    Chelle

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