Church

It’s Sunday.
Lean back in
your pew,
after you
rearrange those
couch cushions
for maximum comfort.
Give yourself
plenty of
neck support.

Our prayer
this morning
goes like this:

Creator of
All That Is
and Purveyor of
Incandescent
Adoration
for your Creation,
especially us –
God! How you
love us –

please help us,
for even a few
minutes,
to bask in
Beingness,

without the
intrusive
belligerence of
Beliefs and
Opinions and
Judgments.

Instead, we would
worship pure and
unadulterated
Awareness of
What Is,
just in This
Moment.

Now I will ask
the Musicians for
a couple of hymns.
This morning it’s
the Allman Brothers Band,
with Ramblin’ Man and
Statesboro Blues.
It’s all about
the Joy,
Brothers and Sisters.

For our homily
I’ll keep it brief,
a simple exhortation:

You think,
beloved,
that it’s too late
for you to
be all you
intended
this Go-Round.
But it’s not.

You’ve been
All of It
from The Beginning.

Everything.

(Photo by Frank McKenna; UnSplash)