The wind on the crisp, clear Sunday morning, was like God’s breath,
moving him and his friend, Joy, from one celebration to another,
from an hour’s meditation, their hearts and minds facing east
in gratitude for that ancient wisdom,
to a larger gathering where, in one voice, they spoke their intent to
join together to celebrate the splendor of God’s love, cherishing all life, honoring all paths…
taking them in songs and readings to a place where dreams of peace
and respect for other’s views, are meant to be more than idle virtue,
practiced here in the context of love, proposing to embrace, nurture and welcome
one another, without judgment, exactly as we are.
Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah was sung with feeling,
the chorus of Hallelujahs giving strength, mending, love’s brokenness
and love is not a victory march, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah _________
the 30 voices of the gathered reaching the metal girders above,
shaking them and the singers with vibrations of hope.
But most moving of all, singing together, a version of The Lord’s Prayer, softly,
in an attitude of willing reverence as if drawn to its source.
The music, the readings from Untethered Soul and Invisible Heroes
and the guest speaker’s committed stance,
created together a stirring moment from which to move,
and with strength, into the week., Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
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