we came

to the table,

the hurting, the lame,

blind, raw,  and broken,

we came,

the whole and the hearty, the

widowed,

the orphaned,

estranged,

grappling with

diffculties,

struggling with change

we came,

in our grief

and confusion

we came,

at peace at ease,

with aching dis-ease

some settled,  some sinking

we came,

we came, we

listened,

laughed, prayed and talked,

 found in one another

the embodied invitation

of broken bread,

of poured out wine,

and in the given-ness

and the sharing,

through the touch

and the acceptance

we found that

in the midst of us

he was there,

showing us his wounded hands

and pierced side,

 placed into our hands we received him,

and we entered life, a little fuller,

and drew a little deeper

into the wholeness

of his risen life,

we are his body, as his

broken body

we came,

as his chosen ones,

as his  anointed ones,

as his risen ones

he sent us forth….