Prompted poetry: home

The latest snowstorm hit the Bluegrass last night, but fifty or so hardy souls turned out for our shared (between four local congregations) Lenten service. The church I attend hosted this week, and the youth choir got a chance to try out Sunday’s offertory piece. They sounded lovely.

Lenten storm

It had poured all day: eighteen hours’ worth of heaven
weeping. As we arrived for evening prayer, the rain’s dull thud
turned to slushy splatter against the windows. We sang
the litany to the ricochet of sleet, but when we heard nothing
in the silence between petitions we knew
it had become snow. In the parking lot we called
prayers of safe travel and made careful way through streets
thick with snow, a communion hymn on our lips. It was very good
to be warm and safe when at last we were home.




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