Spilling over to the whole world.
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.
Written by: Pat Conover, 2004.