May God prepare a table for us
in the wilderness of our future,
manna, in the deserts of our past,
and wine from vineyards that we
burned down in anger, frustration
and disappointment, in our longing
for what once was, and what we hoped
would be. Father, spread a feast
right here, where we stand, legs weak
from fleeing temptation, arms tired
from holding one another’s grief,
voices hoarse from crying out
for justice and your return.
Quench our thirst,
read our minds,
heal our wounds,
thaw our hearts,
with a Love that never leaves.
Cover image by Priscilla Du Preez.