My apologies, friends. I wrote my post over the weekend and as I went to publish it, my wifi cut out and all of my efforts were erased. In attempts to share more regularly, I give you a poem instead.
With love & plan b's,
St. Sunshine
Collective Grace
She flits above us all
my seat on the balcony
Her vivid darkness shines
against the church’s white ceiling
At first glance, I delight
One of God’s creatures
a joyous visit
in this holy hour
Delight turns
I am a witness,
as is the little girl
in the green dress
We see together
the confusion
the limits
the hollowing weariness
I want to stop the service
to stop the fans
to pray for our sacred guest
to become air and help her fly
A congregation,
of friends and strangers,
our combined hearts
can prove love’s miracle
Her wings aren’t broken,
only tired
waiting for the right moment
catching her breath
I keep quiet
my faith rises
and meets her stillness,
a branch on which to wait
The pews will soon empty
The windows left open
a collective grace in the making
will soon set her free
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