THE DAY OF ACCEPTANCE [Sa, 6-13-20]

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter

THE DAY OF ACCEPTANCE   [Sa, 6-13-20]

I have washed up

the dishes from last

night’s loving supper

most recent of almost

five thousand meals

prepared by those worn

hands, so, indeed, “Bless

the hands that prepared it.”

I taste the coffee

from the cup

my friend, Gary, made

many years ago

Thou art the potter

I am the sipper

And I am already tired

Not the fatigue

of spirit or of soul

but a reminder

from my body

that I am old

for this is the way

of old bodies

weary at the start of day

That is okay

for I know

that in age

as in youth

I am accepted

The sun’s first forays

at the horizon proclaim

it, as do the birds

with their songs

and the leaves

with their waving

even the rocks

beneath my feet

that have sometimes

caused the stumbling

They proclaim it

far better

than any theologian

can; This is the day

of acceptance.

John Robert McFarland