A poem for the weekend

A friend shared this poem in our small group the other night. 

It winds its way through my thoughts now, and is worth sharing.

Patterns

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:

shifting, moving

curving, spiraling,

many-colored, ever-changing,

stretching, pushing,

challenging, renaming,

unsettling, disturbing,

casting forth,

and welcoming home.