On the Occasion of Communion (Gather You Fires, Part III)

Last night, a good collection of people gathered in an Ozark living room. Friends (old and new) from Portland gathered with us. We shared hard truths about the failings of community, about the successes, too. We prayed a little, broke some bread, engaged in a little intinction. There were some good songs sung (don’t people always gather around a good bard with a travel guitar?).

This morning, I woke up and caught this poem by the tail.

(This is part of the Collective Poems.)

On the Occasion of Communion
(Gather You Fires, Part III)

The word of our
testimonies reads
like fiery scripture
from manuscripts buried,
could be scripture,
like prophets and
housewives are scripture.

Gather you scriptures,
fires in the feast
of living–
take, eat
in the collective,
starved as it gathers,
thirsty it gathers,
together in need,
we are.

We were made to lament
the thirst of addiction,
to steel the legs
of the fainting,
to celebrate
adoptions of sons,
adoptions of daughters,
to be adoptions
to each other.

Scripture unspoken,
we once floated
away like clouds
on winds blowing
east, past needs,
past Appalachians,
from sea
to shining sea.

Clouds were made
to rain;
scripture was made
to be spoken,
made to carry fire;
we were made
to both rain
and be spoken,
to be fire carried.

Gather you scriptures best,
awake in the collective–
together with bread,
sober with wine,
come feast and find
that you are;
Spirit one to another,
rain one to another,
fire carriers you are.
Gather best tonight–
Awake! Awake!–
and find that you
are still a brilliant,
revealed constellation.

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  • My brother…this is truth & it is gift – eternal.

  • Colleen Connell Mitchell


  • pastordt

    Lovely, Seth. Thank you.