Holidays
and gatherings,
Familiar
spaces,
Routines
that are ingrained.
The
same old faces.
Sometimes
adding something new,
But
the thought of gathering making hearts race.
Assumptions
already made
Long
standing history the base.
Some
memories good, the others stirring up pain.
But
we each have opportunity to enter into a new phase.
Choose
to see with new eyes,
To
lovingly embrace
The
ones who we are with.
Not
looking back at disgrace
Not
seeing what should’ve or could’ve been.
Rather
follow the thread and trace
Where
beauty and love has walked,
The
lineage of grace.
Let
this season of family time
Instead
be from your mouth a song of praise.
Rejection,
loneliness, hurt a thing of the past,
Letting
the old be replaced,
Not
faking joy but overflowing with the taste
That
God is good and in this place.
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