Hushed silence.
Reverent.
Darkness envelopes us like a large quilt.
63 candles push upward
into the air.
Standing tall, pointing to the light.
Carrying the weight of the prayers
of the 63
into the darkness.
Here we pray
hoping for answers,
trying not to answer for Hope.
And He meets us
here, in this place where fire, light, and warmth draw us in.
And we pray, in word, in song, in silence,
in hope.
And He comes.
Are you doing Taize at your place? We've been doing a couple of Taize songs on Sunday morning ... it isn't a Taize service, we've just been learning the music. I hope that someday we could actually put a service together. What are your resources? Thanks for the poem.
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