'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the
gift to be free;
ambling
amid the swollen pieces of the heart,
wandering
amid the ordered constructs of the mind,
reaching
for a place within to clear a space and
set some
chairs to circle; sitting knee to knee.
'Tis the gift to come down where we
ought to be,
gathering
the every drop of our essences, pooling the
every grain
of our wills; pouring them all out as an act of
still and
silent worship, creating a hollow for the
pre-existing
and thundering, eternal Light to leak in.
And when we find ourselves in the place
just right,
the sound
of brotherhood and sisterhood may waft
from amid
the circling knees, the hands may lift and
the heart
set sail as the spirit pierces the darkness of our
isolation
and makes us RISE; a ONEING of souls to the ONE.
'Twill be in the valley of love and
delight.
From this
glorious expanse of elevated hope and
glorious
revival of our human plight, we may find
new paths
to walk our ransomed lives, to be a people
of simple
ways, un-encumbered by the cumber of our days.
photo from: http://www.torontocongregation.com
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