We convinced pastor and poet and 8:45 worship regular Bill Leety to share this poem with the congregation. Enjoy!
Snow floated that morning-Sunday.
Through the art glass atrium windows
behind table and pulpit and pastors,
movement catches the eye.
The other side of an occasional slow-moving car
on Broad Street, and morning pedestrians on sidewalks,
a woman slowly climbs a fire escape
on the east side of a building to a second floor door-
distraction: from silence, hymn, prayers, sermon, and from
a congregation dressed in early service less-formals.
Or, is the Edward Hopper cityscape always part
of Sunday plot? preached, sung, prayed, celebrated and
confessed? God’s storied presence just the other side
of a window membrane? Permeable as a bridge, pass-thru
or pass-on, or passion? a door that only appears securely closed?
In red coat and black cap, the woman foot over foot ascends;
from my place of vision, through or into or within
images in glass-creation’s rocks and stream, a loaf of bread,
Such is worship! world and Word as close as a line
of vision. Stories mix in plot or loaf,
in creation’s big-bang, stars hurled at galaxies, and light
into dark, and in a knot of worshipers and the stew made
of our attention, boredom, hope, distraction, memory,
With us gathered this side of a window, this side of Broad,
this walker is gathered too, returning from her trip
to a store on Parsons for the Sunday Times, or from
her shift at Children’s Hospital, or a night partying;
or to her father or friend,
or to warmth across the street, up the stairs.
And, she and we become one by that membrane
of glass and slowly floating snow,
of line of vision and distraction,
of Broad Street, and the city,
and of The One.