Sunday we found ourselves in the front pew at the 10:30 service. During the offertory there was a reed-rendered gavotte. I think it was saxophone, but it may have been clarinet. (To all the musician-sorts, I know they sound different!) It seemed we should be dancing. We didn*t. I did move my feet below pew-level. I often think we should come to communion... dancing.
If we keep our eyes open,
Like water lilies answer to the sun,
We may even know the promise,
Be graced with life.
We may dance with full abandon,
Like we wanted to do on Sunday
The saxophone-rendered gavotte.
We will hear and see and feel the music
We may even see the player,
The man making music in the balcony
His children with him
Hanging over the edge.
We will see
Find ourselves full open,
Open our hands
In the light of day.
We will notice the background music,
The soundtrack always shifting,
The nuance and full-out abandon,
Even the children
hanging over the edge,