Poems of Faith by the parishioners of Trinity Episcopal Church Concord, Massachusetts
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“…and the Spirit gave them utterance.” ACTS 2:4
Poems of Faith
by the parishioners of
Trinity Episcopal Church
Concord, Massachusetts
September, 2007
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INTRODUCTION
We are thrilled to present this collection of poetry from parishioners of Trinity
Episcopal Church in Concord, Massachusetts. We are grateful to the authors
here represented for their honesty and daring to allow us to include their work.
We are thankful to the parishioners of Trinity for funding this project and to the
staff for its completion and support. In particular, great thanks are due to Susan
MacDonald for her work with design and publication. It is with many voices
that we praise God.
The idea for this publication first came to me (Brian) while traveling by airplane
in February 2007 to Oregon to celebrate my father’s retirement. Although I
had been an avid writer of poetry in an earlier phase of life, it had been sixteen
years since I had been able to compose anything even approaching a poem
worth sharing – a long writers block indeed. While flying somewhere over
New York the poem, “Flight School” emerged from the clouds in that fast and
furious, better-write-it-down-before-it-vanishes kind of way. Without
knowing where the poem was going, I committed it to paper. When it was
finished, it was followed quickly by the idea to create an opportunity at Trinity
to find out what others were writing and to work out a way to share our
poetry. As this project has moved forward, we have continued to have the
strong sense that God is calling something forward, into our midst.
Ellie Morris graciously agreed to collaborate on this project as co-editor. A
longtime poet herself, she has contributed poetry to this collection and has
helped greatly both in shepherding this project along and in working directly
with the poems and their presentation. The poetry in this collection was
solicited over three months in the spring of 2007. We published an
advertisement for the project in the Sunday bulletin and on the church’s website
that invited parishioners to contribute their original poetry in response to the
question, “Where do you find God?” The poetry that we received addresses this
question in myriad ways. In this collection you will find poems from a wide
range of experience, representing diverse perspectives on faith and God. There
are poems herein that speak of our shared worship life and also of the most
private and intimate moments when we feel the presence of God with us.
It is our hope that this amalgam of voices mirrors the diversity of our collective
experience of the presence of the Spirit. It is our hope that through sharing
these voices with you we have created an opportunity for enrichment for the
reader and provided, for the authors, a new avenue at Trinity for the expression
of the Holy Spirit. As we continue to grow together in faith, we pray that we
may continue to gain a sense of God’s purpose for us and action in our lives.
Brian Litzenberger and Ellie Morris
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ABC’s FOR LIVING
A is for God ALMIGHTY
B each day is a BLESSING
C doing acts of CHARITY
D stands for the DEITY
E “Deliver us from EVIL”
F that we all may have FAITH
G to others showing GOODNESS
H having and giving HOPE
I in others stimulating INSPIRATION
J to all showing JUSTICE
K doing acts of KINDNESS
L “the greatest of these is LOVE”
M to others being MINDFUL
N being a bearer of glad NEWS
O at all times showing OBEDIENCE
P stands for PEACE
Q may seeking God be your QUEST
R treating all with RESPECT
S praising Jesus our SAVIOUR
T to all people and creation being THOUGHTFUL
U at all times trying to be USEFUL
V holding high your beliefs so you will be a VICTOR
W the road to religion is WORSHIP
X your goal in life is to eXCEL
Y stands for encouraging our YOUTH
Z doing everything with ZEAL
As you go through life,
Here are some ABC’s to keep in mind
But the greatest thing to remember is
That Jesus said, “LOVE one another.”
-- Trinity Think Tank 2007
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THE BOOK
Pages bright, Pages yellow
Pages with color spreads, Pages that mellow
With age.
Books are friends we've yet to discover
Thin books with promises of a new lover
Or Sage.
Big books with stories of madness and fevers
Turn out to be butchers emboldened with cleavers.
Out rage.
I like a good book, with romance believing
Passionate heaving, practically leaving
The page.
-- Ruth Eifert
A CINQUAIN- TRINITY WINDOW
Renewal of the Word
Green grows from central circle
Touching light of life
Christ’s promise, life eternal
He Lives! Done is death
-- Wini Ferguson
DAYBREAK
Waking early
prayer time I take
For one more day of life
My thanks to make.
For family, friends
and this embattled world
I pray,
Silently and resting in His love
I start my day.
-- Dean Hall
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DE PROFUNDIS
(Mixed metaphors from the summer of 1974, after contemplating the Georgi Kepes
stained glass window in Trinity Church, Concord, and discovering a monkey wrench
in its center.)
Amos, Amos, come down from the hills once more
and bring your wrench. The Carpenter
has been and long since gone.
The house is sound but the plumbing’s full of bugs
Wretched we are, we retch and choke, dry-heaving.
The pipes are clogged. The water,
the cleansing flow, the flood
flush out, release. Open the watergates.
For three transgressions of Israel and for four
the hand of judgement struck.
Today again for silver
righteous are sold and the heads of the poor are trod.
I hate, I despise their feasts, their parades, their pride
in prisoners freed. Pry loose
the blockage, pray let gush
justice like waters, righteousness like a stream.
Oh, throw your wrench in the works and make things work.
Monkey with their business,
screw it and thread it right.
Amos, come down. The plumb line must hang anew.
-- Nancy B. Beecher
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EQUINOX
They were still pirates.
I thought,
That fall day
In the park.
A perfect day
For the dogs
As the smells, the scent
Of animals
And dying vegetation,
Reached a peak
Before it became too
Cold.
It was still warm enough
For the light jackets
They wore as the three of them
Rode two bikes
Up
And over
The bark mulch pile
Waiting to protect
Or adorn the plantings
Around the memorial
For those
Who had died
And now were casually
Ignored
As these boys
Discovered their day
And it was midday,
Still early enough
To allow for the comfort
Of casual affection,
Not yet clouded or
Prevented
By the demands of
Evening.
-- Brian Litzenberger
7EVENSONG
The quiet restful service Evensong
Is sung throughout the world at close of day
The sound of prayer and praises heard ‘ere long
Invite us with the reverent to pray.
My soul doth magnify the Lord
And my spirit hath rejoiced
In God my Savior.
The Magnificat is sung with voices bright
The Psalms are heard, the prayers of people read
The litany of Evensong, a rite
The words we use engage our heart and head.
Lord, now let thou thy servant depart in peace
According to thy word
For mine eyes have seen thy salvation.
The night descends, we hear the evening bell
Our final prayers to end the day we led
The Gloria resounds our thoughts to dwell
On all that we have heard, felt, sung and said.
-- Ruth Eifert
8EXERCISES
Ballykissangel Sympathetic, poor, without
Car, with only bus or slower
Bike, young priest befriended man,
Got four wheels in compensation.
Cartoons Brothers, sister, cousins, friends –
Watching, reading, chanting, singing;
Mice were jumping, rabbits hiding,
Pigs pursuing; sailor swam.
Quatrains The elegiac brings the greatest balm:
It soothes both grief and outrage; and can bring
To shock and awe, delight and order; stand
Up with Pity; release it; make it sing.
More The Venus and Adonis stanza’s six-
line rhyme-scheme came to Wordsworth in the Lakes:
Ababcc: this formal fix
can lead one into sonnetry; it takes
an octave, then; but first, another rhyme
to close each stanza ‘ere the longer climb.
Untitled You: always near
when I remember You:
despite night blear;
You: always near:
Your presence comes anew
on highway or in pew;
You: always near
when I remember You.
Two Quarters Autumn moments: Fall
to darkest day, longest night:
incomplete progress.
Winter fragments: dance
of lightness, light of sunshine;
light flakes of feathers.
And finally A dove of peace? No:
a tiny crane, folded, then:
delivered – by whom?
-- Anne Colman
9FLIGHT SCHOOL
Flight attendants please prepare for take-off,
He said,
As if I were not also
Attending:
Aware of falling –
I mean flying –
Or its potential.
But it was also to me
He spoke,
Though he pretended
Not to,
Letting me know,
As if on the sly,
To prepare.
But it was a little late for that,
Buckled in as I was,
Having prepared
– Although not enough so that I didn’t fumble as I showed the boarding
pass to the security guard at the check point.
But it was for take-off.
He said,
Prepare for take-off.
It almost looks Japanese as I write it:
Take off –
Here in international air space,
Reminding me of the other times I have flown
Alone.
But it wasn’t about that.
He did not warn me about
Flying:
Flight attendants prepare for
Flight –
I mean –
How could you
Prepare
To be
Hurtled
10At that
Speed
At that
Height
Except
Through
Prayer.
-- Brian Litzenberger
FOR TERRY MCCALL
After we had sailed with Reepicheep
To the Utmost East
Where the water under our boat
Turned into lilies
We emerged from the story,
Made paper filters into white lilies
And brought them with us
Into the sanctuary
Where
Without artifice
With only love and hope
You led us, young and old,
In laying them on the altar.
You came into our lives
Like the white lilies,
Approaching each of us
Without pretense, lifegiving
In your support.
The spirit shone in you
Listening to our stories,
Reaching out,
Encouraging
And always helping us
To grow…
-- Liela Rea
11HAIKU TRINITY WINDOW
ADVENT
Gathered by Trinity
Minute Diverse particles
Gathered for power
~
The trumpets praise Him
Beneath the dazzling golden
Light of Trinity
~
The Light of the world
Cornerstone of Trinity
Shines eternally
CHRISTMAS EVE
All life is shattered
Born again in splintered light
That will not expire
~
Christmas Eve, central
fusion of light eternal
Christ is born again
~
Father, Son, Spirit
Golden pyramid of light
Reaches and saves the earth
~
12Trinity crowned with
Diamonds, kindled fire below
Spirit spread o’er all
GOOD FRIDAY
Four blood red nails
Drilled into our hearts, hands, feet
His death for our life
~
God’s tears and Christ’s Blood
The water and Word made flesh
Such love tears the heart
AT NIGHT
Web of life, grey roots
Reach out to gather our hearts
Through the cross of Love
~
The hand of God whose
Boney fingers grasp our lives
Through faith, hope, Love
EASTER—RESURRECTION
Crown of victory
Blazes forth above thy cross
Death holds no dominion
~
White blossoms reach heav’nward
Seeking Trinity’s golden light
Christ is Risen indeed!
PENTECOST
The hand of God beckons
Reaching out from Trinity
‘Spirit’s flame descends
~
Palm facing heavenward
Makes us channels of thy peace
Thy Power, our power!
-- Wini Ferguson
13JOY
Sunday, December 31, 2006
To Nick
Even in bareness
Spring’s buds are in the boughs
Happiness in things may be dead
But joy bursts into song
In deep places where Jesus is
That is why I live beyond mere functioning:
Jesus is real
And I dwell in his heart
-- Ellie Morris
HANDCRAFTS
We come together to knit shawls and blankets, hats and sweaters,
But leave having knit together those parts of us which have begun to
unravel.
We come together to weave in the unfinished ends of these, our
expressions of love,
But leave having rewoven those parts of us which have become thread
bare.
We come together to stitch a flower or a dove,
But leave having stitched together the very fabric of another's life.
In connecting we create,
In connecting we sustain,
In connecting we repair,
In connecting we see God.
-- Barbara Carvey
14I AM
I am the wall, low and crumbing,
that you rest on, when you visit my pasture.
I am the grass you walk on,
lifting every step you take.
I am the wind, curling and sweeping,
but on my moodier days I am harsh and brittle.
I am the oak, tall and majestic, worn by
weather and age, yet I stand.
I am earth, in endless supply;
time has no meaning to me,
I am you, the one who does,
the one who moves, stands and sits;
the one who is .
I am never alone, for I am in everything.
-- Calvin Coffin
THE KISS
The look
The smile
The touch
The lips
The sigh
The arms
The back
The neck
The nape
The need
Caress, embrace, a touch of heat, desire
The kiss of love becomes a passion pyre.
-- Ruth Eifert
15LENTEN RETREAT
Emerging from my cave
of cold winter,
I blink in the strong sun.
The field before me
is hollow stubble
of burnt umber.
Birds appear,
only to seek cover
in meager, brittle branches.
Are you here, Lord,
here in this quiet place?
I imagine flocks of birds
slicing through the sky.
I fly with them,
first straining
then sailing.
I continue staring, imagining.
I want to keep flying.
I am flying to you, Lord.
Thank you.
-- Candace Temple
16MIGRATION
Squinting, then blinking north,
I see the cormorants' black silhouettes
traverse the clear autumn air
in sloppy V formation.
One flock, two, five,
rowing the air.
Another day:
Mount Watatic, hiking to the top.
Again, specks appear
and my eyes enter the whorl
of broad-winged hawks
settling into kettles
then gliding on--
a graceful ballet southward
as the wind hands them over
to another continent
and we lose them for a time.
And at night,
lying in bed,
I sense them moving--
silhouettes
lit only by the moon;
wings creaking or fluttering
high above me,
moving as the earth breathes.
-- Candace Temple
17MY GRACIOUS LORD
My lovely
My lively
My gracious Lord Jesus
You hover around me
You hold me up
You always keep me safe
Where could I go without you?
When I am sick
You soothe me
When hysteria hits
You calm me
When my memory fails me
You pick up the pieces
And then I remember
Just enough to get by
When I am lost
You always find me
Even when I don’t know it
You are with me always,
To the end of the world
My dear Lord Jesus
What would I do without you?
A question I don’t need to answer
Because you are with me
And I thank you
From the bottom of my heart and soul
My dear Lord Jesus
-- Ellie Morris
ON HOLDING HURT, ONCE SPOKEN
Let it go, let it go,
Let it be,
Let it be –
Let the small, pesky bird
Fly off from the tree –
18So the nest
Doesn’t form
And the gripe
Doesn’t stay;
Let the tree stand in peace
While the bird
Flies
Away…
--Liela Rea
PENTECOST
Pascha rosatum
A mighty wind
Doves, fiery tongues, Paraclete
Church’s birthday
-- Barbara Carvey
PRAYER
Lord,
let
your
Spirit
fall
gently
on me
like
red maple wings
settling
to earth
on a
clear
autumn
day.
-- Candace Temple
19PROMISE, O PROMISE
Spring bud swells
and brave
bird breasts pulse.
Dawn chorus
serenades
the red gold sun.
Foretells….
The leaf unfurls
and all
of nature waits,
prepared
to bud forth spring.
-- Eleanor Spinney
SIGNS OF SPRING
Snow has melted down to the ground
And is dimpled with little holes
Which look up like eyes.
New spring grass pokes up through them
As if the snow-eyes were growing lashes.
I look, I look, I feast with my eyes
On these tiny traces of green,
On the promise held in each new blade of grass,
On the promise pulling it upward, even as it pushes toward the sky,
So tentatively, so steadily.
Its growth could be so easily twisted by ice,
So easily blocked by just one grain of sand.
Yet it grows –
-- Ellie Morris
20SINGING
I like to sing a litany, I like to sing a song
I like to sing at Epiphany, I like to sing, is it wrong?
To want to sing, from the bottom of your heart,
From within your soul, just to grab a part
Whether soprano, tenor or alto?
I could even sing a bit of contralto!
If forced.
But don't make me sing, with a soundtrack
No. Please,
Just an organ and nice choir around me
I could sing through the night, I don't even need sight
Just teach me the tune and I'll wing it
'Cause I like to sing, And I'm going to sing
And when age takes my teeth I'll just Thing it!
-- Ruth Eifert
THE SOUND OF BELLS
On a crystal clear Sunday morn
A new beginning comes to be born.
The stillness in the land
Is broken by something grand.
It is the sound of the church bell
Telling the world all is well.
At the ringing of the bell’s sound
It tells the people to gather around.
With each bell ringer’s mighty lurch
The peal says it is time for church.
Following the service our spirits are lifted
And now we all feel greatly gifted.
The time has come to look at each other
And to consider one’s neighbor as his brother.
Just think what the sound of a bell can do
Our lives are beautiful and this is so true.
-- Currier Smith
21STAY NEAR
Be near to me, dear Lord, I pray
And when I stray
lead me back to you and to your Way.
-- Dean Hall
SUNDAY
The church, the pew, the mind in inner sight
The altar bathed with pure white candle light
The penitent on bended knee begin
The music soars, the voices joining in
Our litany of prayer and praise to Thee
The body politic an offering
Ourselves to God the Father, Triune King
Receive the Peace, given by one to one
We seek the comfort from His only Son
The people greet and sing with happy voice
God’s Peace to you, and with us all rejoice
We are renewed, behold the transformation
God has given us a new creation.
-- Ruth Eifert
THANK YOU
For the quietness of trees
Even in pain
As bark peals and leaves turn brown…
(My loved apple tree,
My driad!)
For grass growing stubbornly
Through cracks in the pavement.
For cricket-song
That drove me crazy
But now that it’s suddenly stopped
22(I saw one fall,
dead, off our roof
last week.
Connection?)
I miss them…
For my eyes, mind and heart
Opening today
Like a recalcitrant flower,
Finally hearing
Your Word,
Finally feeling part
Of Your whole
Wonder-filled
Sevenday
Creation!
-- Liela Rea
A TOUCH OF GRACE
Phone call comes at midnight
Doctor's telling me she's dead
Lying frozen in darkness
Sleep impossible
Black dissolves in blue
Cerulean light suffuses night.
I fed her rice pudding for lunch
It was her favorite.
Touching her hand
Grasping at straws
Grateful a smile's trace
Made me think she knew me.
Loss of even that frail shell
Of what she once had been
Came hard.
Wrapping me in misty blue
Archangels' light a mother's spirit
Comforted till dawn.
-- Shirley Blancke
23TRANSFIGURATION
In darkness we sat
After the fire
And the light
And I waited
And prayed
And waited
And watched
For something
Miraculous.
Because there have been
Moments when
Something happened
That changed everything.
Maybe I was
Working too hard at it
And I gave up
And expected
The familiar
Dullness
Boredom
A critiquing mind.
And in that moment,
In that moment,
There you were:
Two people
Telling a story
That we all knew.
And In this pew,
In these words,
In his body,
Among these friends;
I thought,
And thinking
24Stopped
To know:
The truth.
This truth was simple
Without preoccupation,
This work was effortless,
This knowing, known:
That you are not a stranger,
As I have never been.
So I could stop looking
And know that
We were here together
As we turned on the lights
And sang.
-- Brian Litzenberger
TRIPTYCH
I. GOOD FRIDAY
Son of Man –
son of woman –
whom do we turn to now
we many Marys?
Mary your mother
Parthenogenita
Joseph
had put her privily away
save for the spirit’s speaking –
Holy Mary
wholly submerged in mothering
Yet: “Who is my mother?
I have come
to set child against parent” –
martyr
Mary waits
weeping under the cross.
25Magdalen
profligate Mary –
she
of doubtful virtue
worthy to be stoned
maudlin
who squandered precious oil
on your feet –
unmarried
Mary, marry
she is homeless
hapless, hopeless
Mary the zero
the nonentity.
Geminae Mary
and Martha
ministers
sister of mercy
soldiers deriding
nailed you down at last.
Jesus, Jesus
you have betrayed us there –
“Father”
you said, “forgive them
for they do not know
what they are doing” –
they who nourish
body and process
seen but not heard
the drones
marred, atrophied
unselfish, selfless
without self to know
or to become –
shadows
who only shone
reflecting your light.
And the other Marys
in the crowd –
26Miriam
singer of sagas
celebrant of power –
Ruth and Naomi
who dared to love each other
Jezebel
who ruled and Deborah
who judged –
women who defined themselves
and named their own becoming –
marvelling
hoped we all might be again
persons in God’s good time.
Son of woman –
the men
of Caiphas and Pilate
have managed to manipulate your
friend
Judas –
to manhandle you
mandate your dying
barter Barabbas manacled
to the mob –
Peter petrified
fled –
respectable gentlemen
rebuked you as a rabble rouser –
but
we know
what they are doing
so
we shall not be
forgiven –
Son
of
Man.
27II. DESCENT INTO HELL
How do you handle sorrow without a Word?
The shipwrecked traveller thrashes in the sea
grasping for flotsam, gasping for a breath
fingers closing on spume, mouth upon foam.
This is the dreaded black night of the soul –
to know your need and not to know the Noun.
Father we have not, Master we will not have.
“Lord, thou has been our dwelling-place
in all generations” but thou art no more.
Yahweh would not be named, but it was done
and those who name seize power from the named.
God cannot help us now for he is theirs.
In the beginning, they will tell us, was
the Word – oh, neuter Word, how ardently we reached
to share you ere they shaped you, made you Man!
but you became flesh, they only-begotten Son
and we have lost not only you but speech
not only speech but concept, for the mind
fumbles in vain to shape a thought the tongue
twisting within the closed mouth cannot form.
For we are Eve, even now unredeemed,
evil so long ascribed us we believe it,
and by the waters of Babylon we babble –
we who have no Jerusalem, Old or New.
III. EASTER
Sisters, come, run to the tomb
(the sun is about to rise)
the child of woman leaps in the womb
(the sun is about to rise)
Sun in the East, Moon in the West
(the stone has been rolled away)
darkness behind us, daylight ahead
(the stone has been rolled away)
28the voice of the turtledove sings the dawn
(jesus the lord is gone)
the lilies smile out of black decay
(jesus the lord is gone)
Sisters, circle, join your hands
(the veil of the temple is torn)
raise the song of the great We Are
(the veil of the temple is torn)
Sisters and Brothers, the Spirit lives
(and death and life are one)
-- Nancy Beecher
TRUST, THANKS AND LOVE
Lord, I trust you.
You healed my mind,
You lead me through the dark,
Lord, I trust you.
Lord, I thank you,
For answered prayers,
For giving back my life,
Lord, I thank you.
Lord, I love you,
And resting in your love
for me,
I put my heart.
Lord, I love you.
-- Dean Hall
29UN-TITLED
In my need
He is love to my response.
He is Yes!
and waits for mine.
Is it possible
that my Yes!
won’t always slip around?
Won’t always be tembered with
- too hard
- ask someone else!
-- Eleanor Spinney
UPRISING
At 4:27 a.m. precisely,
in the midst of the deepest silence of the night,
an unknown robin down in Petersen’s orchard
takes it upon himself to proclaim the light.
Who does he think he is to wake the world
with those insistent hymnings of his own?
Before you know it, some other rabble-rouser
will take up the insurrectionist song he’s sown.
And not just robins: shafted flickers will mutter;
the redwing blackbirds will start to remonstrate.
A phoebe will protest, a pheasant will beat her breast,
mourningdoves keen and meadowlarks berate.
Then some bright oriole will raise a shout,
Until – Good God! – all Heaven might break out.
-- Nancy Beecher
30WHERE HAVE I FOUND GOD?
I found God in the eyes of others.
Here are four of them: Maureen, Michelle,
Tony and Ken Marriner.
They are doing God’s work here.
-- Frank Bradshaw
WINDOW OVER THE CHAPEL ALTAR
I watch the sun
creep down the shimmering window
until it hits Your face.
Transfigured….
…comes forth a blessing.
Then I remember.
There are others who have seen it and felt
as I
and come no more.
-- Eleanor Spinney
31WORK
Springtime attraction
Sunshine distraction
We have work to do.
Outside activities
Inside facsimiles
Plenty of work to do.
Who needs to be adult?
Let's go and join a cult
No thought, but more work to do!
Hey, shall we read a book,
Give magazines a look,
It's not work, but what can you do?
Springtime has come at last
Summer will be a blast
Let's skip work and visit the zoo.
-- Ruth Eifert
32WHAT A WONDERFUL SIGHT
I start my morning with a river view.
This day I was startled with something new.
There in the early morning light,
Were two beautiful swans, what a wonderful sight.
This was a first for me,
And was such a delight to see.
Swans the purest of white
Wow, what a wonderful sight.
The beaks of the swans were pure gold
And their coal black eyes, a sight to behold.
This contrast with their bodies white,
Sure made a dazzling sight.
Needed a photographer who was as keene as me
To drop everything just for this sight to see.
Such a one was Sally by name.
I hope her pictures and this poem bring her fame.
This had to be recorded for all to view
For such a scene was really new.
And I knew the swans would soon take flight.
Wow what a wonderful sight.
-- Francis Currier
33WORRY
Worry does not help,
I know,
She comes unbidden
Like the snow,
Heavy on the heart
She lies,
Until dissolving
In God’s love
She dies.
-- Dean Hall
YES, LORD
The silent church, deep in shadow,
pews lined like pilgrims,
waiting.
For what?
I come.
Yes Lord, I come.
Drawn, like a scrap of metal to a magnet,
to the cross.
It hangs,
still,
over the gleam of marble.
It draws forth from me two words.
“Yes, Lord.”
How often have I come to stand just here,
in awe of what you did for me.
There is a covenant between us
made so long ago it’s part of life.
No – life itself.
Yes, Lord.
The cross hangs still
and a spark of light shows red
in the great window;
a fugitive, perhaps, from life outside
or a reminder of your blood.
34Which?
The shadows hang about my shoulders
and the stillness asks a question.
And then…
I walk
slowly
past the silence of the pews.
Back…
to the life I live out there.
But leaving self behind –
just for a little.
-- Eleanor Spinney
35TRINITY EPISCOPAL CHURCH
81 Elm Street
Concord, Massachusetts 01742
(978) 369-3715
E-mail: trinity@trinityconcord.org
Website: www.trinityconcord.org
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