sticky taped and push-pinned to walls. gathered into collections of matters most. who and what i want to see.
the things i want to find their way into my time often filled to dripping over the edges. they stir me to keep space for the come firsts.
a way to spell out purpose. reminders of come-from-going-toward. why and who and how so that in life’s swells the shore stays sighted.
the been given and places been to glance back at. happenings remembered press me toward open to the roads still out of sight. what swells heart to full leaving me sized to take in more.
and he took a cup, and when he had given thanks he said, “take this, and divide it among yourselves. for i tell you that from now on i will not drink of the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of god comes.” and he took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “this is my body, which is given for you. do this in remembrance of me.”
luke 22.17-19 (ESV)