Every mountain and molehill
Every part of town
Every subdivision and rural vista
Some from the greatest generation
Grizzled veterans who've seen it all
Pretty old women with rouge and compacts
Hankies and white gloves
Seen the Depression and Auschwitz and Guam
Nylon stockings and Rosie the riveter
Some are old boomers
Gold Caddies and beige leisure suits
Eight-tracks in the closet
And the Xers with kids of their own
Digital this and cellular that
Teens in blue jeans and lip gloss
Boys and girls with eager eyes
And when the organ plays
All rise
Moving forward with hushed solemnity
"The body of Christ, broken for you,
The blood of Christ, shed for you."
Saints and sinners, mean and nice alike
Democrats, Republicans
From every nation and tribe and tongue, actually
Some kneeling, some crossing themselves
Coming to the table of mercy
Coming to grace
Coming to the cross.
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