Scoot
If
we are all going to fit at table
we will have to scoot
down...in...over.
Everyone will be talking at once
Holy bedlam
is not just the grandchildren.
We are going to have to sit—forward/back
nestled in to fit the (ahem)
extra-wide flanks of our attitudes.
We will need to squirm
but stay
long enough to smell the perfume
of our differences.
We might pause
say 'grace'
lest we forget.
Look for a moment neither at ourselves, nor one another
but outward
beyond our voracious want ;
then dig deeply into each his own gratitude.
Gratitude
grace, please pass the...
Extend one's hand.
Pause our recitation—where another should find his
and dig deeply into each his own.
How can I know where another should find the grace of gratitude
without first hearing his story?
This 'Grace' could take a long time
dribbling
passed hand to hand
messy.
If something must spill,
Lord, let it be grace.
Something must spill...
We are going to have to
scoot
down...in...over
if everyone is going to fit at table.
jfig 1/2021
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Scoot, Jenny, is inspired. So timely. And needed.
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Aaaah, the question is – inspired by whom? It seems the term ‘holy bedlam’ came right out of your and your lovely wife’s benevolent kitchen! But thank you. Your feedback is always appreciated.
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