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Ecclesia

Anonymous | poetry | adult

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Summary: "Ecclesia" The wood of the pews is worn smooth, polished by decades of restless hands and knees hitting the floor in desperate prayer. Here are the weary ones, carrying heavy bags of secrets they aren't ready to unpack alone. There is a sharp edge in the hallway— a muttered word left hanging like smoke, the sting of an argument over pride or doctrine. We are not a choir of perfectly tuned notes; we are a discordant chord searching for its key. The bread is torn, grain falling like dust, the wine heavy with the weight of being poured. It does not hide our scars or our jagged edges; it feeds us in the middle of our choosing to stay. We are the cracked vessels holding a common light. There is no polished sheen on these faces, only the grit of survival and the heat of faith. Forgiveness is the glue between the cracks, the slow, grinding work of reconciliation. A body stitched together by a stubborn grace, not perfect, but gathered—breath and bone, held in a palm that knows how to mend.

"Ecclesia" The wood of the pews is worn smooth, polished by decades of restless hands and knees hitting the floor in desperate prayer. Here are the weary ones, carrying heavy bags of secrets they aren't ready to unpack alone. There is a sharp edge in the hallway— a muttered word left hanging like smoke, the sting of an argument over pride or doctrine. We are not a choir of perfectly tuned notes; we are a discordant chord searching for its key. The bread is torn, grain falling like dust, the wine heavy with the weight of being poured. It does not hide our scars or our jagged edges; it feeds us in the middle of our choosing to stay. We are the cracked vessels holding a common light. There is no polished sheen on these faces, only the grit of survival and the heat of faith. Forgiveness is the glue between the cracks, the slow, grinding work of reconciliation. A body stitched together by a stubborn grace, not perfect, but gathered—breath and bone, held in a palm that knows how to mend.

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