One Table, Many Graces

by The Devotional Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

At the table we thank the Father for bread and field, remember the Son who ate with friends and strangers, and ask the Spirit to make communion more than speech. The plates do not become doctrine. The people do not become perfect. Still, giving, receiving, and shared breath shape one act of love that sends us fed toward others.
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