11/06/2026
Poetry is one of the hospitality practices that grounds Kirkridge. In collaboration with the land, these poems emerge in the days leading up to a retreat as prayer and offering. This poem was left for those gathering at the GBTQ Men’s Retreat this October, along with a leaf from the Memorial Garden.
Come Beloveds,
let the mountain find
your heart
let the feathers find
your lungs
let the falling leaves find
your prayers
Come Beloveds,
here the table is set
for your return
a feast of your names
called home
Come Beloveds,
and at the end of the way
when all is dirt and ash
let the mountain
find your heart
let the feathers find
your lungs
let the falling leaves be
your rest
by lacey hunter, director of formation & programs