Thought for the Week: Sunday Meeting
'Sunday Meeting' by Moira Fitt
A pocket of silence to slip into
Where warmth and quietness rule
Waiting for the fidgeting to subside.
– The rustle of a raincoat
– The creak of an old bench
– The tick of the clock measuring the minutes of prayer.
I sink into the deeps of my pocket,
Gather my soul into its cell
Waiting for the promptings of the Spirit.
– A thrush is singing
– A breeze rustles the leaves
– A passing form scrunches the gravel underfoot
A door closes gently on the quietness within.
The Meeting gathers to listen
To the still small voice of life itself
Within us all.
This poem was inspired by a phrase from Shovelling Snow with the Buddha by Billy Collins: ‘…and he inside the generous pocket of his silence…’
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