Come

I was thinking the other day about the infinite invitation in the word Come. That it is the hand reached out to us, the refuge promised or just the comfort given.

 

Come

 

Come,

open hearted, stumbling

hurting or confused.

Drink of of the wisdom

available like rain

to a thirsty land.

Eat your fill

of the boundless

bounty of love.

Come all you who are

weary and heavy laden

find rest from your burdens,

from your loneliness

or sense of failure.

Come and be found.

 

Diantha Zschoche 9/14

 

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