• lenten journal: remnant

    by  • April 10, 2014 • community, lenten journal, poetry • 2 Comments

    there are nights we sit down
    to dinner because we need to eat.
    then there are nights — like this —
    where we sit down together because
    we need each other long before we
    even take a bite, feeling as crushed as
    garlic, hoping to find a taste of the
    patience that built the sauce, the grace
    that gets passed between us as we
    pass platters and promises.

    I’ll live on leftovers the rest of the week.




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    2 Responses to lenten journal: remnant

    1. Shari
      April 11, 2014 at 4:35 pm

      There is no joy in eating alone/ nor patience nor grace. How do I create a table filled with people with whom to eat?

    2. April 11, 2014 at 10:46 pm


      Though I use the quote as a blog header, I have my share of meals to myself. Not every meal feels like Thursday Night Dinner does. As far as your question, we have made a point of asking people to come to the table; often people invite themselves, which I love. I hope that doesn’t sound trite. All of us can use the company; most of us are waiting for an invitation.


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