Worship

It begins with the shrill cacophony of noise

  loud glunks, shrill tweets, hanging

Between the night and light

 one denying the others coming

They are in competition for the rising

  or the edge of night veiled

As mists have settled all round

  a sealing of water and word

Then it breaks in orange flags over the hills

  a temporary peace as everything settles

Waiting for the quiet space of prayer

  in this shrouded morning 

Wrapped with the care of mourning

  coming slowly to allow uplifted hands

Poured out soul, a place to start

  the healing balm of raised song

A glimpse of gently coming

  with the wind a Spirit of newness

Surrounded by the glory of the day

  a place of worship with all creation 

Raised in song, prayer, prophet

  a call to step into the water and be claimed