Open door
From beginning to end
the door was open.
The autumn air slid in,
cool and fragrant,
gliding down the aisle,
exploring every nook and
cranny of the place.
One by one it touched us all,
stroked every face and
mingled with the breaths
we breathed.
And this is why you came..
Not because you wanted to
but from a deeper calling of the God
who's heart is always
open like a door;
whose grace is always gliding
through the nooks and crannies of your life,
even in the places you would hide from view.
Beyond this cool October air,
beyond the liturgies and symbols of this day
there is a deep reality
who longs to be as close
and vital as the air
in every breath you breath.
the door was open.
The autumn air slid in,
cool and fragrant,
gliding down the aisle,
exploring every nook and
cranny of the place.
One by one it touched us all,
stroked every face and
mingled with the breaths
we breathed.
And this is why you came..
Not because you wanted to
but from a deeper calling of the God
who's heart is always
open like a door;
whose grace is always gliding
through the nooks and crannies of your life,
even in the places you would hide from view.
Beyond this cool October air,
beyond the liturgies and symbols of this day
there is a deep reality
who longs to be as close
and vital as the air
in every breath you breath.
(c) A Mc N
Labels: Poetry Autumn Baptism
posted by alistair mcnaught at 12:43 PM
2 Comments:
Beautiful...just beautiful.
Thanks Susannah: I wish I could see air - I might not take it so much for granted! I imagine the way it flows around us, wrapping us and intermingling with us.
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