A Feast of Worship

The pastor, in the makeshift pulpit
at the lectern, far from the vaulted ceilings,
far from the stain glassed sanctuary
Speaking effusively, lovingly of
vacation from work; but
A feast of worship, in a distant place
away from daily duty, cares of his flock
when he could allow the Word, in worship
to rain down on him in a banquet, a feast of worship
drinking in the living water in many churches,
many traditions in a single weekend
Able to immerse himself in the healing,
the grace of the time in fellowship,
communion with the saints
gathered in worship
rich and ever new

February 24, 2008
Walk to Emmaus

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