"In summer, I do not come to worshipSo much as worship comes to me
In the morning, golden light splashed across my rooms, and roses the color of wine greet me in the alley
As they bow to me in the breeze, I bow back
At noon, Sunflowers refuse to turn their face from me
Until again, I give a slight bow
What else was I to do?"
From "Sonata for Voice and Silence: Meditations" by Mark Belletini, copywrite 2008 by Skinner House Books in Boston. Mark Belletini is the senior parish minister at the First Unitarian Universalist Church of Columbus, Ohio.
4 comments:
Very cool words and lovely pictures as always. Thanks for the treat.
Tammy
What a lovely sentiment.
Thank you for something to ponder as we start into Fall...
I especially liked the first two phrases, because as much as I love winter, it's a different kind of worshipfulness.
Beautiful words, conjuring so many lovely sights and smells...thank you for reminding us of our part in this dance.
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