Mothering God,Chris is astonished (and I join him): "Grape of love?" "Until I flower?" Excuse me a moment.
you gave me birth
in the bright morning of this world.
Creator, source of every breath,
you are my rain, my wind, my sun.
Mothering Christ, you took my form,
offering me your food of light,
grain of life, and grape of love,
your very body for my peace.
in arms of patience hold me close,
so that in faith I root and grow
until I flower, until I know.
Times like these make me glad to be in the Barque of Peter....