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Take Your Place

In response to Rublev's Trinity Icon... The hunger that draws me close to You. This thirst that brings me back to Truth. Where else can these needs be met? Sift through the shallow, Push past the rest. The Bread, the Wine - Made real in Your time. The Body, the Blood - Fills my need in love. Cups to fill, Bread to break - Each day holds a Eucharist... Take your place. Brought together in one place, We are drawn by Your love and grace. All as one and each one seen - How does this table draw us? Unpredictable and unclean. The Bread, the Wine - Made real in Your time. The Body, the Blood - Fills my need in love. Cups to fill, Bread to break - Each day holds a Eucharist... Take your place. Carry this meal to the heart of the world. Carry the message of hope restored. Sit and share this meal and rest - Forgiveness offered, conversation blessed. The Bread, the Wine - Made real in Your time. The Body, the Blood - Fills my need in love. Cups to fill, Bread to break - Each day holds a Eucha

Brothers and Sisters Dance

(Art by: Chad Friesen. He has been painting for 20 years. He lives with ataxia, which means clumsiness or lack of coordination. Chad uses a wheelchair, and paints laying on the floor, steadying his left hand with his right. You can buy Chad's work through God's Eye Art.) In response to Freedom Writers Diary - Look to each other and take the timid step. Reach out trembling fingers, Create some bridges. Become the hero you haven't seen - yet. Can we stand hand in hand? Creating fusion at the heart of movement? "WE MUST LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER AS BROTHERS AND SISTERS" - and dance. Days to tame and movements to claim. Learn to dance in unison and communion... Unique - graceful - safe. Can we share spaces and places? Building neighborhoods of hope and grace? "WE MUST LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER AS BROTHERS AND SISTERS" - and dance. "WE MUST LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER AS BROTHERS AND SISTERS" - and dance. Copyright T.L.Eastman 2007 ("

Chicken Salad at Midnight

Chicken salad at midnight Conversation to a song The words keep running in my head And won't rest till' they're done Lamplight and a new pencil Press me to make Rhymes with some reason Some meaning Some make A Kaleidoscope of covers And blankets askew Comfort my chilled body While my mind is a brew Chicken salad at midnight Fuels my need to relate The stories that need to breathe No matter how late. Copyright T.L. Eastman 2007