Monday, August 29, 2016

In the Church

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In the Church,
His spirit dwells not
in the stone,
or stained glass.
He is not an icon in the temple
kept behind the veil.
He is not controlled
by our boundaries or doctrine,
despite the parables
we preach.

He is
in the parking lot of the supermarket,
the main street of a borough,
the sidewalk of a slum,
waiting to be encountered.
He is untethered
from our expectations.
He is
more than our simplistic views
can comprehend.

In the true church,
wherever His people gather.
In flowering meadows,
cragged mountain tops,
or littered back alleys,
He is present.
The air does breathe His name
and the songs,
no matter how imperfect,
move the heart
of the almighty.

copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr

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