This needs work. Especially the last line. So chip in please. It's for Sunday, perhaps. It would be really great to write the liturgy together. Let's do that. We have a baptism on Sunday of someone in the Sunday School. Maybe we could create the liturgy together, lovingly, as a community, for one of our own. We'll start tomorrow. For today...
On the lake,
the blue-green of the day,
became ghostly white at sundown.
The breeze,
foam filled,
swarmed in the air.
Wave and water clashed,
tangling together with a passion born of long waiting
now unlocking the hidden storm
simmering for too long a while:
mustard weed, the image of the divine realm?;
speaking of the kingdom as a riddle?;
questioning family ties before the reign of God?;
The storm has been brewing for days now
but just as quickly as it arrived,
it went,
with a word from The Word,
and we knew we did not yet have faith enough
to borrow,
just a whisper,
of the expectation of God.
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