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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Friday Night Kitchen

In the center
Surrounded by the sizzle
and the hiss and the

Surrounded by voices and
Steam and flicker flames

A prayer of thanks.

We prepared the banquet
Laid the harvest in fragrant baskets there
Lingered among the sweet and
Liquid smells as the air

As the sun lowered
And the windows darkened
And the day quieted.

We lingered there
Nestled there
Around that center
Around that heart
And we rested.