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In my Feb. 2 sermon, I read a couple lines of the poem, “Perhaps the World Ends Here” by Joy Hario. These are the opening lines of the poem that I shared in the sermon:
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
Read the whole poem here. That site, The Poetry Foundation, even has a feature allowing the poem to be read to you. Not some AI voice ether, but an actual human reading the poem. It’s lovely. Friends, never accept the lie that art and beauty are superfluous. All goodness, truth, beauty, and justice ultimately emanates from God. Beauty in necessary and life-giving. As my friend, Hugh Hollowell wrote yesterday:
Were you planning to walk across the desert tomorrow, you should gorge yourself with as much water as possible today. Likewise, tomorrow you will be confronted with, and surrounded by, acts of unspeakable cruelty. Fill yourself with beauty in order to have a well to draw from.
Go read “Perhaps the World Ends Here” and share in the comments what beauty you’ve noticed recently.
Photo by Trust “Tru” Katsande on Unsplash
On my mom’s dining room wall it says, “The fondest memories are made when gathered around the table.”