The Meeting
You’d think it was the market place
With all the hubbub of hellos and how are you,
Hand-shaking and hugging as signs of peace;
Catch-up conversation and laughter,
Music-stand clatter and steel-heel clicking,
Until suddenly the leaders appear
And the solemnity of hushed silence descends
In expectation of truth when the Book is opened.
So a pin drops from sermon notes
As the trombone stands for the beginning
Of silent night on a noisy morning
Hoping all will become calm.
And the congregation focuses its mind
On the One who arrived unnoticed for the meeting.
Bromley
December 2011
With all the hubbub of hellos and how are you,
Hand-shaking and hugging as signs of peace;
Catch-up conversation and laughter,
Music-stand clatter and steel-heel clicking,
Until suddenly the leaders appear
And the solemnity of hushed silence descends
In expectation of truth when the Book is opened.
So a pin drops from sermon notes
As the trombone stands for the beginning
Of silent night on a noisy morning
Hoping all will become calm.
And the congregation focuses its mind
On the One who arrived unnoticed for the meeting.
Bromley
December 2011