Misspent

On every table a basket of bread,
warm rays of ruby glint from wine.
The crowd beckons me into the line.
I’m starving alone, won’t take and eat.
Instead of taking in the abundance
I shut down and sluff off any kinship
pick up crumbs with my dry fingertip
in the flicker of a dying candle.
Warm bread and open hearts reach out
and beckon me to eat, drink and delight;
the invitation, like great northern lights,
arcing flashes of color above me. 

There is a grace in receiving communion in community. That’s the inspiration for this poem.

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God’s Ear, a poem about hearing confession, will be the focus of our first Sunday of the month poetry discussion (8 p.m. EDT / 5 p.m. PDT).

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On Thursday I sent out a post saying it would be another poem – my mistake.

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Images courtesy of A.I. - Poem and video by me.

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