Your Impromptu Poem Poem by Daniel Brick

for Keith

I was tardy entering the sanctuary.
Sunday's service had begun,
with the first hymn already sung,
the impact of its melody and meaning
spreading over the assembled worshipers.
The harmony of music was now the harmony
of people. This awareness is blessed.
Suddenly, like a flash of light from no
natural source, I realized you were engaged
in an impromptu prayer. Your eyes nearly closed,
your mind fixed on the other world, you reached
deep within to grasp the words to carry your message:
it was the reality of the Father's truth,
of His goodness and love, you borrowed, shaped, delivered
by a human voice, just your human voice. But the words
were not as swift as your faith, and in a holy silence
you paused to let the words find you. This pause itself
was prayer. It was the readiness of the believer to receive
whatever the Father gives. And so immortal words spilled
forth, winged and wondrous, like sacred music, and
through them the Spirit filled every heart present
with worship of our three-personed God. "Let us Pray"
was your response to this plenitude of faith. Is this not
the mission you have assumed? To make the presence
of the Father as immediate as a human voice in prayer,
as real as the touch of agape love stirring our souls.
Amen to that....