liturgy…
This morning’s call to worship is
the a capella of doves
accompanied by the chant of jays.
They have an affinity for
going on and on and on,
and insist I keep my seat.
This morning’s reading is
taken from the now testament –
aspen leaves trembling,
the rising and falling of beagle chest,
another coal train cutting daylight.
Thanks be to God.
This morning’s message is
exhortation: thou shalt not be mimsy.
In light of Sabbath’s wordless invitation
a miserable and flimsy
day would miss the mark,
what we used to call sin.
This morning’s communion is
coffee and blueberries
mugged and bowled on
a kitchen table that’s
seen ten years now,
a rounded altar of time.
This morning’s benediction is
the rabbit’s rapid genuflect,
furred splendor across the grass.
Go in peace.
Watch for hawks.
Serve the Lord.
how i so love God in the now, in the tabernacle of my kitchen, in the temple of my tiny sphere.
Me too, Katie…me too.
Now I can go about my day. I feel so blessed. Thank you!
Your welcome, Fr. Murray…
*tears*
*gratitude*
I like your church.
There’s an opening for a deacon…interested?
I’m with Winn, but it’s a luxury that won’t likely be mine until the church catches onto your vision…Here’s praying!
I am love, love, loving your writing! Want to talk about publishing?. 🙂 I work for a publisher and haven’t read anything that moved me this much in a long time. . .
My email is: carolyn.mccready@zondervan.com if you want to talk. I can’t find anywhere to email you privately or I would do that. Feel free to delete this after reading! 🙂
Carolyn McCready
Beautifully incarnational. Thank you for writing and for sharing.
Austin, thanks for taking the time to comment.