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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