To breathe, to laugh, to curse, to weep, to sit in the midst of perfect order, to stand in the center of perfect chaos, to break bread, to eat three strawberries, to touch a piano's keys, to kiss a lover's skin, to birth, to baptize, to bless, to bury, to live, to die - either it is all holy, or none of it is holy.
And this is what I know.
It is all holy.
-Mary Cartledgehayes Grace: A Memoir
7 comments:
ooooh, I like this...
Nice, and I love the strawberries, too.
I'm praying today for Small Church in its time of transition, the interim minister having just gotten started there this past week. Things are going well for me, and it's my prayer things will also go well for them.
praying for SC.
love the poem.
please pray for the Rivera family, the father was killed in a construction accident. They have no money and no hope. Their son is a student of my sister's.
God in your mercy
Hear our prayers.
Even burying a ministry is holy :{ But it hurts
This is wonderful. Thanks
prayers being said for churches - interim and otherwise.
and the Rivera family. May they have hope and a future
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