Worship

Poem by Voirrey Faragher

We lost a Friend this week.
He died just round the bay
where the estuary meets the sea.

A sweet day for us today
surfing, sunshine and Meeting
– it’s all worship, isn’t it?

Sea mist above me
and sunshine falling through.
I try to hold the moment

and in trying, scatter
beauty like a broken spell.
I wish for more beside

a kind of prayer – not
supplication – giving
thanks for all we have.

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