let us say that today
we will play this game by a different way
and not call it a game at all
but calling it by its true
much more needed name
we will catch
children in our arms...
the poor from falling through cracks...
widows in their grief...
the displaced and terrified in our sanctuaries
we will rise early to catch the sunrise,
remembering once more this day,
gift, all gift, not from Caesar but of a gracious hand
we will catch up with old friends
left out in the fields past suppertime,
and we will listen with ears like hearts,
catching second and third chances,
and joy, we will give up hiding,
we can wait no longer to hear you squeal,
caught you!
as we rise from our coffined corners
just in time to catch a shooting star in both eyes
and the bits of crumbs that fall from our tables
like hope each day,
will be caught and gathered and baked into bread
to be placed on altar doorsteps
and we will say we remember when
the world wasn't flat and
horizon lines and spits of land were just another place
to catch anchor and call home
as we learn to release ourselves gently
without ripping
from the people and things that have hooked us
for death in this world.
Author: David Pierce
I'm the one on the left. That's my favorite part on the right. I'm an ordained minister in the Presbyterian Church (USA) and the United Church of Christ. I work as Minister to a parish community in Cumberland, RI. That I could also see myself as a farmer, a cowboy, or Thoreau sitting pond-side at Walden is probably not insignificant. I don't blog about anything in particular, but everything I blog about is particularly important to me. That it may be to you as well is good enough for me.
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