when those in high positions
gather, protocol must be observed:
precise measurements are taken
for how far apart each sits from the other;
rulers are used for the exact placement
of pad, pens, water glasses, pitchers;
tables are arranged just right,
so that no one has the upper hand.
so come,
to pull the tablecloths off,
spilling everything all over the place;
to push the tables off to the side,
arranging the chair is a big circle,
so close that we have to rub elbows.
when families gather for holiday meals,
protocol must be observed:
never sit Aunt Sadie near Uncle Joe
(they haven't spoken a civil word
to one another in years);
always interject with a funny story
when politics rears it's ugly head;
make sure that everyone ignores
the grief and pain that Buddy
has placed on the table next
to the cornbread stuffing,
praying silently that no one
will touch it.
so come,
moving the place cards around
til lifelong enemies have to sit
next to one another;
listening to each person's beliefs,
fears, dreams, doubts;
touching every thing we bring
to the table with your compassion,
shaping us into the healing
others need.
come,
Mediator of our lives,
come
to disrupt our protocol.
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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