On Support
Kyrie Yeshua
I am made small beneath the weight
of such gratitude
of such gracious outpouring
beneath the weight of this cup overflowing
How did I come to think that
any meaningful step could be made
alone?
I am made small
beneath the weight
of this cup
And am made vast, again
In the midst of such company
In the midst of such gracious outpouring
Zack 6:44 pm on 1 March 2009 Permalink
You left out, “Lest ye who f*cks up the bead-board, be banned from housewarmings forever.”
:)
michael lee 9:26 am on 2 March 2009 Permalink
I think that was pretty strongly implied in the piece, Zack.
Zack 7:48 pm on 2 March 2009 Permalink
damn. Does this mean that I get to spend some time in the Time Out room?
Gretchen 8:42 pm on 2 March 2009 Permalink
which room would that be? Thanks for the awesome shelves by the way. You rock.
Zack 9:00 pm on 2 March 2009 Permalink
The Time-Out room is actually the front closet. After I built the box with enough support for a person to sit on, Mike seemed to think it was OK to stuff your children in there.
I was gonna call Child Protective Services immediately, but I got distracted by the dangerous and exotic combination of beer and power tools.
Chad 9:02 pm on 2 March 2009 Permalink
Hey, what time does the move-fest begin on Wed? I may be late to the party, but I’m bringing my dancing shoes… err… work gloves.