prologue for a new work

A Scattered Feast

He leads me each day,
(Provider God)
He created me needy,
and messy.

I see
beauty and brokenness
longing and acceptance,
hope and dread,
mourning and dancing
weeping and laughter
death and resurrection,
blooming and wilting,
wonder and monotony,
smiling and wincing,
emptiness and abundance,
darkness and illumination,
saying and silence,
complexity and simplicity,
embracing and boxing
torment and ecstasy
wandering and epiphany
sudden moment and long advent
hoping and groping
and everything in between.
day by day-

This is the table He prepares before me, temporary, ephemeral and moveable though it may be.

The meal is sure.
The menu is unknown.

I am a dependent of God
and life is a scattered feast.

Comments

[Emory]

Beautiful. So many of my thoughts reflected. I borrowed it but gave credit!! Looking forward to the read...