Ash Wednesday
When I first moved to the UP, it happened alot. I'd be on my way to do something. Some work, some where. And, I'd be knocked flat. Crying hard, in the car. Tears of amazement/joy/surprise. I was here, and I was doing this work. It was all so unexpected. And then, I settled in. I began to see the routine in what I was doing. And that's not a bad thing. In fact, it sort of sucks to drive and be crying hard. So, I was sort of knocked flat tonight, when presiding at the Eucharist, I felt myself getting choked up.
Presiding at Eucharist on Ash Wednesday
We were small, this gathered assembly:
Seven congregants,
A woman acolyte older than I,
(Still new) Priest in street clothes and purple stole.
I'd said the words about repentance and a holy Lent.
We'd begun an examination of things done and left undone that might separate us from the Holy One who loves us no matter what.
At table, I counted out wafers and poured wine.
As I prayed those words which have been said
throughout the ages,
Tears came, voice caught
At the wonder of Christ, present among us in bread and wine and one another.
Presiding at Eucharist on Ash Wednesday
We were small, this gathered assembly:
Seven congregants,
A woman acolyte older than I,
(Still new) Priest in street clothes and purple stole.
I'd said the words about repentance and a holy Lent.
We'd begun an examination of things done and left undone that might separate us from the Holy One who loves us no matter what.
At table, I counted out wafers and poured wine.
As I prayed those words which have been said
throughout the ages,
Tears came, voice caught
At the wonder of Christ, present among us in bread and wine and one another.