Sunday, June 12, 4am
Surely the presence of the Lord is in this
silent, sleeping church
In the hum of the air conditioner
As two clocks tick in unison
I sit alone, snuggled inside a blanket
Groggy with sleep
Fighting to stay with it
Honored to hold the church in safe-keeping
for this hour
Light a candle
Four flames burning,
evidence of the presence of others before me
loved ones, lifted in prayer
the feel of metal and the clack of the magnets sticking
names we lift up to God
No..too jarring at this hour
Mold Your Prayer with Clay
More evidence of fellow travelers
An unexpected surprise
a creative invitation from my own child,
here before me this night.
Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place
The sound of birds causes me to glance up
Through the windows I see the day breaking,
bringing the night to an end,
ushering in hope for this day
I bask in the presence of God
Not in these four walls we constructed and call "church"
But in this space, still vibrating with the prayers of the brothers and sisters
who faithfully kept watch with me through the night.
I am blessed to have been a part of it.
Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place.