It's communion time—
My favorite time—
A common-ground level,
With no one above another.
Thoughts touch in ripstop stillness,
And the grace-grade is high.
It's a beautiful time.
Preach becomes pray
(The opposite of the gnostic way) .
We share a God who is larger than pain
And kinder than sorrow.
It's a gathering time
To wash away at the river
Those parasitic faults and presumptuous sins.
Then we are put out to dry,
A carpet of lives poised in a ministry—
Of meekness more than might—
Drenched in our Saviour's warming light,
And profound of God.
