A Gathering at the Edge of Tomorrow #608

A Gathering at the Edge of Tomorrow Beneath the vault of time's vast cathedral, where echoes of the ancient and the whisper of the now entwine, there lies a table, not long and linear, where hierarchies dine, but round, infinite, where every seat is a throne, every heart a regal. Inspired by tales of old, where knights of valor round Arthur's table sat, equality was not just a virtue but the very air they breathed, we dream anew, of a communion where no one is beneath, where every soul, in sacred circle, finds where it is at. This is not just reimagining the sacred bread and wine, but a deeper communion, in the roundness of our shared humanity. Here, in the curve of our gathering, we find a new kind of sanctity, where every voice is heard, every face can shine. Here, we are not just followers, but friends, equals in the quest, seeking together the divine, in our midst, not afar. In this circle, no beginning, no end, just a continuous star, guiding us to where love's true essence rests. It's a bold step from the shadow of tradition's long table, into the circle's light, where every space is a head, where the essence of communion is not just the words said, but in the shared bread, in every heart stable. So let us then gather, not in rows, but in a circle wide, sharing not just the Eucharist but our very selves, in this sacred roundness, where every spirit delves into the heart of worship, where love and equality reside. In this gathering at the edge of tomorrow, let the round table be our symbol, our creed, a testament to the world, of our deepest need, for a communion where there's no sorrow, no shadow of sorrow. Here, in the round, let us find our place, in a world that yearns for grace, let our gathering be a space, where every soul can embrace, the future, face to face. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 18, 2024)