'Father, Lord of all Creation'
Reading & Collect
This week's readings can be found here John 6.56-69
Our weekly reflection will be part of our Online Service on YouTube on Sunday
Poem
Hunger Emily Dickinson
I had been hungry all the years; My noon had come, to dine; I, trembling, drew the table near, And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen, When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, ‘T was so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature’s dining-room. The plenty hurt me, ‘t was so new, ? Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away.
To Pray for
Protection and safety for those in Afghanistan as the Taliban increase their control
Those living in Haiti and affected by the earthquake
The strength to forgive