A poem written by an Emersonian who was inspired by our Taizé service last Sunday. Beautiful! Taizé Silence. I close my eyes. I hear the scratch of pen on paper. I feel the breeze of bodies walking past. I sense soft footsteps on the carpet. A brass bowl on the chancel fills with burdens of those present. An ambulance siren breaks the silence, a reminder of burdens outside our sanctuary. Voices rise to praise the opening of roses, as flames flash from the brass bowl, our burdens gone in a blaze bright and sudden as a solar flare. Ashes, or the memory of ashes, Lead us to the spirit that is life. Grace. Hope. Love. I depart with my heart in a holy place.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 18:11:22 +0000
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