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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