A Psalm of sacred space

When the world becomes a busy place
and I need to reconnect with you,
I go to my sanctuary,
my kitchen,
and there I find you at my table.
You are my Holy Homesteader,
the one who keeps me company as I
arrange the flowers,
wash the vegetables,
can the jam,
trim the herbs,
sweeten the cobbler.
We pray and we laugh
and we bless these
gifts of creation
grown outside my door.
This is my sacred space.
You are my sacred space.
May I serve you well by
preparing this bounty
to grace the tables of others.

from Growing Grace: A Book of Psalms Celebrating Creation by Cameron Kempson

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