Four little outstretched hands
wait patiently in the church pew
as the body of Christ comes near.

For the first time in over a year
voices of people
unite together in prayer.

Christ has died.
Christ is risen.
Christ will come again.

We are given
God’s grace and love in a bland wafer
that tastes like hope;
manna straight from heaven.

Our once empty souls now filled,
we are sent out into the world
to love as extravagantly as we have been loved.

Originally published at https://www.soulmunchies.com on May 18, 2021.

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Photo by Brands&People on Unsplash

The counter is covered
with the day’s supplies.
Colored pencils, base ten blocks,
workbooks, toys.

Heads full of knowledge
Imaginations running wild.

The morning sun streams
through the windows,
bringing warmth and happiness
to the cold winter day.

She cuts up an apple,
opens two cheese sticks
Answering questions
as they work to master another skill.

Mornings are her best time —
her most creative time —
but in this life they live,
mornings don’t belong to her.

She opens her notebook
Grabs her pen.

She’s learning to capture words
in the midst of the ordinary
Instead of waiting
for inspiration to strike.

This is what chasing her dreams
looks like today.

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