Hear

Hear what the Spirit says

And we then clutter our lives

Our churches with sound

Impossible to listen, frightened 

To hear what might be asked

Where we may be called 

What does God really say

Convey to a hurting world

Glance at your cross with

Arms open wide, do we welcome

Only the few we deem worthy

Do we even ask the questions

Because our ears are so filled 

Withe the hum and press of 

What we want to fill it with

Holy listening, sacred space

Do we allow the silence to

Fill us, empty us or do we 

Run afraid this empty tomb

Only producing death, where

Where do we allow the life