(A Litany)One: We are like bread scattered on a hillside, seeds of hope.
One: Scattered again. Searching in the dark soil. Many: Gathered again. Searching for the table where your presence comes alive among us. One: We are like grapes grown in a field, seeds of hope. Many: Gathered together and pressed into wine, full of your Spirit. One: Pressed by our times to share a common lot. Many: Transformed into your life blood, carrying your hope to the world. One: We are the stranger and the poor, full of potential, seeds of hope. Many: Reminded by your absence when our circles are drawn to exclude. One: Opened by our hunger and our confessions. Many: Reminded by Jesus, uplifted in the Spirit , awed by creation, thankful for each other. All: We are alive, seeds of hope.
Note: This litany was inspired by the Didache. |