Sabbath Poem

Jan Richardson

     Jan Richardson

We who seek peace
hold in our weary hands
the strands of a thousand
unraveling spools Black
White Red & Brown

Fingers gone numb
from seeking to prevent
a single strand from falling
into time’s chaotic river
raging roiling below

A fractured family
we cannot remember
each other’s names Do not
recognize each other
at our own table

We know each other
only by our skin’s color
acknowledge that we are all
children of one God each
somehow excluded

We who seek peace
hold in our weary hands
a world missing the marks
of the grace of the mercy
of God’s good design

“God, in your mercy hear our prayer.
Forgive us. Grant us your peace.” ~ The Book of Common Prayer


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to Sabbath Poem

  1. God forgive us, indeed -an eloquent reminder of our need


  2. Wonderfully expressed, Peter.


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