A Mother’s Poem

Inside, you built me.
You pushed back walls, made more room for your own growing.
You demanded foundations, tested them with you concentrating feet.
You stretched up, making rafters of my ribs,
pushing into the tenderness under my heart.

People Look East

“Wondering whether to celebrate the Eucharist ad orientem during Advent.”
Facebook reveals strange worries in the hearts of ministers, but this one caught my eye. There’s a poetic loveliness to this idea that you don’t always see in the logistics of worship planning.