Grace Table
I come to Your table, out in the little woods.
All is present here. Needles fallen, bronze, gone to earth, mouldering as day fades. And the leaves of maple so lately yellow, now brown and too disintegrating. The asters, white with seed like down, have lost their supple bend and sway.
But the hemlocks dance in the sharp breeze, evergreen, as does the pine. Wood-winged bushes reach, half-dressed in peach and yellow tongues of fire. Spirit licked. The dog next door is filled with zeal, barking, wagging at noisy birds.
I come to Your table, out in the little woods.
All is present here. The loss of a year, the hope of a spring. Sorrow and joy. Death and life. Spread thick over the ivy and the earth.
Thanksgiving comes soon, I think. And then, Let my table be as Yours.
(Do you have a Thanksgiving prayer or reflection? Come share it at the Thanksgiving Celebration.)
All is present here. Needles fallen, bronze, gone to earth, mouldering as day fades. And the leaves of maple so lately yellow, now brown and too disintegrating. The asters, white with seed like down, have lost their supple bend and sway.
But the hemlocks dance in the sharp breeze, evergreen, as does the pine. Wood-winged bushes reach, half-dressed in peach and yellow tongues of fire. Spirit licked. The dog next door is filled with zeal, barking, wagging at noisy birds.
I come to Your table, out in the little woods.
All is present here. The loss of a year, the hope of a spring. Sorrow and joy. Death and life. Spread thick over the ivy and the earth.
Thanksgiving comes soon, I think. And then, Let my table be as Yours.
(Do you have a Thanksgiving prayer or reflection? Come share it at the Thanksgiving Celebration.)
Labels: Christianity Today, group writing project, HIgh Calling Blogs, Thanksgiving
posted by L.L. Barkat at
4:47 PM
3 Comments:
What a beautiful picture you paint. Loss breeds hope, death promises life, sorrow's seeds yield a harvest of joy. Yes.
Oh, LL...beautiful, beautiful words. "Let my table be as Yours..." Amen! And I love the line "I come to Your table, out in the little woods", repeated. I can see it, feel it, and almost *be* there...just in that line!
Hello, I found you through Power Up Love. I'd like to share my "blessings and struggles of single moms" blog with you. I wrote a post today. God Bles, and I hope that you have a blessed thanksgiving.
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