A Sense of Sunday Service

Sitting at worship
In anticipation
Of the bread of life,
We await the familiar
Strains of a liturgy
That is forever new,
Drawing us to that expected
Yet surprising
Close encounter
With the spirit of one
Who loves us beyond all knowing.

An encounter that takes
So many forms.
The sudden flash of insight,
The creeping sense of presence,
The upwelling of unanticipated emotion,
Or the quieting presence
Of just being there
In God’s house,
Among the Spirit’s community.

Carried along as a ripple
In a timeless tradition,
We treasure a brief moment
Of otherworldliness.
That glimpse of something
Beyond our daily furrow.

And just for this,
We shall come
Again and again and again


Lee Parker
3 June 2017

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