This is the thunder of prayer after four years of silence
This is the old songs in a new mouth
Fumbling over words sometimes
Breaking and cracking out of tune sometimes
This is the cathedral’s echo
This is silence…that is all
And how holy that can be
And how damning that can be
This is harmonizing grief
Suffering and forgiveness
When He called you out of the waters
(If He did call you)
Did you feel the ribs of the boat you are?
Run your hands over the oars?
Taste the salt of the storms?
Whatever the shipwreck
There is a blessing in this ark
We flipped our boats for a roof
Sat under coloured glass
And tried to makes sense of living…