Friday, November 25, 2011

For Us It Is Time

A Greyhound bus depot
shares a waterfront city building
with a church,
open all day long,
staffed with exuberant lantern bearers
in Nanaimo, British Columbia,
ministering free coffee and donuts and more
to the ones with long stories,
bus travelers,
ones sent
to finally abandon themselves.

Over and over golden grains
fall to the scythe,
row upon row
the ripening laid low
at the welcome surrender.

For us it is time,
entire lives converging
in this constellation of singing stars,
God is here.
We come for Him by the busload.

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