Dear neighbor,
Dear sibling/stranger,
Dear God-among-us,

A silver coin of mine
is a coin of yours,
whether it is lost or found,
whether it is one alone or one of ten.

A sheep of mine in the fields
belongs too to your flock,
and a sibling of mine who is hungry
may appear at your table as easily as mine.

Whatever of mine is lost or lonely or struggling,
come and search with me lest we both suffer.
Whatever of mine is found or flourishing,
rejoice with me in our shared fortune.

To your good health,
To my daily breath,
To the glory of God.


on the parables of Luke 15

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