Mystic and sweet shown in hands outreached
Things of favor shared in a smile, or laughter,
Or a word said done at the table gathered
Together not seeing all the obstacles
Seeing understanding instead as we share
Sacred story and make new ones together
Journeying the roads of faith as we only
Know how to do, respectfully listening
One with another because we are all
Broken and sometimes consumed by
A harsh world that would like us to
Forget our commoness, the different
Parts of a body brought together by Christ
The head, our foundation is the church
And we write the story of our differences
And miss the kingdom's work, or miss
The God/Jesus in one another's faces
Because we are more common than
We like tot admit, and there is more work
We can do as Christ's hands, feet, body
In this world as sisters and brothers of faith