We sit together, one, together,
pressed into green chairs, shoulder to shoulder
with the glory and remembrance of sainthood carved into our hearts,
with cake on our laps and coffee steaming the air between.
We, the broken and undone,
We, the cherished and welcomed in.
We, the family.
And we bring to this windowed room our
thunderous laughter and our stone-heavy tears,
and we pour forth the nectar of our opened hearts and stilled souls.
And we speak of quiet Spirit and of leading Voice,
when it booms in our deepest places.
And I see that our shoes are all tied to our feet,
each of us in our shoes that have journeyed each single journey
to come here, to this mecca of community.
And we open our Book, whose pages
cover us and count us,
words that gather us in.
And it’s an hour, but our time here is forever,
for the Kingdom We Seek is not bound by time or secured by
It weaves itself through and between us, sewing us into
a tapestry meant for the world.
Hem us in, hem us in.
And we run to You in the beginning, each of us both prodigal son and brother of pride
We come to You,
and gathered up in Your embraces,
we leave with the joy of sainthood sheltering us,
All is well, all is well.