PRAYER
Wasn’t time for church yet,
but I knew I needed to be there.
Nearing the heavy wooden doors,
I shook the dirt and dust from my shoes.
Slowly making my way up the aisle,
I stopped and gently bowed at the waist.
Took my usual seat, front row right
so I could lean against the adobe wall.
The cool clay soothing me,
putting me in mind of the dirt
and dust of my soul -
and the life breathed into me long ago.
I come here and feel
Wasn’t time for church yet,
but I knew I needed to be there.
Nearing the heavy wooden doors,
I shook the dirt and dust from my shoes.
Slowly making my way up the aisle,
I stopped and gently bowed at the waist.
Took my usual seat, front row right
so I could lean against the adobe wall.
The cool clay soothing me,
putting me in mind of the dirt
and dust of my soul -
and the life breathed into me long ago.
I come here and feel
connected to the earth,
and to the water
and to the water
mixed with dirt that put a skin
on this church,
this Body of Christ.
Now through this simple act
of being with my God,
I understand deeply:
He called me here.
I listened, I breathed,
I ate, I drank, I answered,
and that made all the difference.
this Body of Christ.
Now through this simple act
of being with my God,
I understand deeply:
He called me here.
I listened, I breathed,
I ate, I drank, I answered,
and that made all the difference.
(dedicated on this special day to Buck - "drink deeply, brother")
posted by Pilgrim Path | 12:37 AM
3 Comments:
Thanks, Rich. I "know" exactly what you wrote. And yes, it makes all the difference.
Yes, Thanks! Your words bring with them a hallowed-ness. My usual seat these days is in sanctuaries under the sky, in my study, on a forest path. Yes, through our coming, we do understand . . . the voice that calls and our answering. The deep that calls unto deep.
thanks, aselah for the kind words and welcome to the path...
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