by Abigail Hastings
Come ye thankful people, come
go ahead and raise
that song of harvest home
Come ye cranky people, come
raise your dirge
of gloom and glum
Come ye melancholy people, come
hum your wistful
losses, hum
Come ye goofy people, come
sing ye silly ditties
no matter how dumb
Come ye
thankful, happy,
smiling, tormented, forlorn,
complacent, grateful people . . . come!
Raise your song of harvest,
of home,
of things longed-for and things unknown
For all are welcome to this hour of worship ~
A bounty of grace awaits you
a side order of mercy is being prepared for you
and a doggie bag is available
for you to take with you what is needful
for your soul to continue to rejoice
in the fullness of God’s table
that is spread before us.
Let us join in the worship of God.