across the vast ocean
amongst sunbathing boulders
blackbears eating blueberries
and biking families
there is a small meeting house.
And in that meeting house
there is a rather large man.
When he quakes
he does so with gusto
and the rhythm of the Spirit
flows through him.
He taught me
to sing -
to sing when the holy spirit says sing
to be unafraid
of what the elders might say
but to lift your voice
so the rafters ring.
This morning
I lift my head up
and am surprised to find
that the rafters here
in this old meetinghouse
are painted blue.
It seems that sometimes
I need to open my eyes
in order to see
what has always been
in front of me.
Gray Cox
taught me a song
about a people
on a journey.
The song ends with this refrain:
Well
If you are gathered in Love
then you are already there
Yes if we are gathered in love
then we are already there
Oh yes if we are gathered in love
than we are already there
Sing happy day -
Today
may I gather myself
the past and the future too
the broken glass and the fresh tulips
the friends and those I never see
but who still reside somewhere in me
May I gather
Myself in Love
Lifting my voice
and give these high rafters
the opportunity to Ring
Today
let me see
I am already there.
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