I am trying to pay attention.
I know I am not the first
(do not think that I believe I am the first)
but
I can not help but smell these well-oiled pews.
I eat the old hymns that taste like dust and truth
In my Sunday clothes
In my Sunday best
With the candles glowing
While I pinch my soul
To stay awake.
I am trying to pay attention
To all the arms and legs
(Sitting beside yours, and yours)
And all the hands reaching
For blood and flesh
Rolling wheat and grace around on hungry tongues,
Swallowing.
"Amen"
"Amen"
Reciting
"Stay awake".
2 comments:
How do I keep this dry soul of mine awake? How do I keep telling people everything is great when nothing feels fine? How do I keep breathing?...good question.
" There are times that instead of being myself and exposing my own weakness and hurt, I portray a character of the person I know I should be. But when I expose myself as weak and frail at times, it frees the Body of Christ to restore me as it should and invites others to unmask as well."
-Mark Hall
hey mark -thanks for stopping in, and for the comments. i love it when people i don't know leave comments on my blog!
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