Grand Central

A non-synoptic view.

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name
Come in and sit down we’re so glad that you came
Would anyone like to light me this candle?
This is much more than I think I can handle

How did God make me when I was a baby?
You’ve really been asking some big questions lately
That just came out of the oven, it’s hot
Are we going to talk about this now or not

Your kingdom come and your will be done
Is there anything else I can get anyone?
Take one more bite and then you may go
Toes off the table, fingers out of your nose

No it’s okay you can talk about it again
If this is ever going to happen, then when?
Will anyone like me? and What am I worth?
As it is in heaven may it be so on earth

Is it normal for them to do that at this age?
You and me have to get on the same page
I’m so tired I didn’t hear what you said
Give us this day our daily bread

What would you like on the meal plan this week?
I like how you coloured that, very unique
Never thought I’d say that until I had kids
You can be the princess, dad will be the prince

Each of you take one dirty dish to the sink
Quiet down now I can’t hear myself think
How is my family and what am I smelling?
That is enough! and, I’m sorry for yelling

Forgive us out debts as we too forgive 
That’s not a memory I want to relive
If it’s okay with you tell us a bit of your story
I really messed up this time and I’m sorry

Now look in my eyes and say how are you truly
Please try that again, and this time less rudely
Do not lead us into the realm of temptation
The world has gone mad, God please help our nation

From the evil one Lord, deliver us all
If you can’t say it nicely, don’t say it at all
Don’t give up hope, and never say never
For yours is the power and glory forever

Everyone sit down I’ve called you four times 
I get it, it’s hard to be patient sometimes
How did this mess pile up here already?
These are the anchors that keep us all steady

Every night the floor is littered with living
The crumbs left behind by the taking, the giving
The chaos and grime come back over and over
And each day we sweep and wipe it all back to order

A physical scene of what happens inside
You swipe away anger and vacuum up pride
We grumble because it is all so mundane
And you cleanse us again, and never complain

A place to do battle and also retreat
To take a deep breathe and put up your feet
A place to be sparred with, and accept defeat
Yet all end up victors, and all have a seat

A taste of what's here and what's yet still to come
A morsel of what we will one day become
The chance to be partners in supreme making, remaking
An undeserved honour on souls that are aching

Our Grand Central Station of coming and going
Of training and testing, of learning and growing
What my floors and my chairs and my counters enable
Is the gospel according to my kitchen table

( Plagiarizing myself to make this a sister poem to this one, ICYMI: )

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