In Silent Contemplation - Poem by James Tipp
In silent contemplation we wait expectant,
Word and sacrament will speak your name.
Declare the living one is among us.
So we listen to the silence, yet hear your voice,
Un-clamoured, un-intrusive, yet ever present.
We present our petitions, gather to eat.
The meal is simple unchanging from day one,
Yet it captures a moment of humanities freedom.
Across the created beauty of the world it is so
Those who gather for a moment in time
To celebrate the living one, Word made flesh.
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