A friend shared this poem in our small group the other night.
It winds its way through my thoughts now, and is worth sharing.
by Jan Richardson
Forgive us, God
When we live our lives
within the lines,
when we say
this is the shape of our work
this is the boundary of our habitation
these are the limits of our love
these are the lines of our vision
these, and none other
Draw us beyond our patterns into yours:
and welcoming home.