Meeting for worship

Today I got swept up in hysteria and goodness

I couldn’t stop crying

The tears were not only my own

Such tears felt cleansing

Today I got swept up in all the emotion

And felt a beautiful freedom

No longer in my own emotion only

It was that same love at solitude and in nature

bursting from my centre

And it was peace hovering over and beyond my sense of self

 

Today in church group think became irresistible, my uniqueness gorgeous

And I surrendered my critical mind

Surrendered my defences

I was vulnerable

And then came joy

Sweet joy and strength

I sang the words of old songs

And they didn’t get stuck

I danced in the aisle and my body was exorcised

 

Later I didn’t fumble over the liturgy

Each word a drum

Pounding life into the flesh of my heart

Whilst singing praise I had new thoughts that led me into laughter

Those Eureka moments of Hosanna were gentle lessons

Lessons in scale that I cannot slide into worded meaning

I heard the words of someone at the front

And their power was gentle

It was a subversive power

And it wasn’t theirs

I let it in

I was afraid

I am suggestable, porous, in process

I let the power in

It went deeper

 

Today

Once again I am less sure of myself and my stories

I have circled in and out of madness for a decade

Trust abandons me sometimes

I am more trusting

Things are serious and I have no choice but be a fool

Act justly

Love mercy

Walk humbly

Water words forming as honey on my lips.

 

I was wordless for while

These are my words.

Christ says Ephphatha

 An invitation. 

                          Fresh reality. 

                                                  Healing.

Wide wood. Tin box. Song frost

Hare, the footprints of a hare in the snow, as we go. As we go following footprints in snow. A glimmer of being a hare. Harelike in snow we are. To be a hare, the world getting brighter to us. 

In a hut on a hill above trailing riverbed. On the bend of a river. On the bend of river, perched on a hill in owl song and frost light we sing and give thanks. 

That flicker flame. 

The flames flickering 

flickering in love with the stars

of the lit night

Watching smoke rise, rising with the shadows. The fire does burn, fire burns, stove glows and the flame flickers. A joy to itself and for our eyes and for these hearts. A fire glowing as we sing, as we play the Mandolin. 

Now we are coffee and pancakes and to dreaming 

Long life in the forest with the hares

with owls among the night

among each night and seasons and each dawn

crystal, song and heartwood

nightjar. Pub togetherness

the intimacy of simplicity

and wide open views

We could continue the enjoyment with bread

and go to the top 

Get high on a walk, glory in the bright of the day

Sweat, talk pause and be hushed 

usher in silence 

It is pretty naked, to be nearly wild

Flow on in time

somehow forward comes from behind

or now while typing 

forward comes from within

Back to the view

Looking out of steamed up window

Blissed horizon

Linger on the view

Out of body

the bread be toasted