Thursday, March 3, 2016
It's been awhile.
Since I've been in a church, I mean.
But this morning I joined the Episcopalians for liturgy.
I know very few people with a linear faith, who have never
I'm certainly not one of them. And I don't know if I envy them or not.
But I think not.
Because the opposite of faith isn't doubt at all.
The lines of my faith are
I trace and retrace the same steps to make sure they're still imprinted in the floor,
and sometimes I find them missing.
And I go looking.
And then, sometimes, I stop and sit awhile
and look up.
And find them dancing on the ceiling.
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