Joyfilling Poem by Bonnie Shipman

Worship
is my favorite
we come together
raise our hands
sometimes, close our eyes
sing like everything
You can feel
Daddy's nearness
in your soul
like a laugh in your middle
like a smile filling your face
like a shiver of delight
and on the slow songs
we bow our heads
feel the Shekinah
stand straight, tall
Then they come!
The fast praises swell
Burst the bellies
ring from the instruments, and
We dance!
Like a welcome party, but more glad

Rahab takes my hand,
Esther lifts her feet
Mary spins like a chariot wheel
Worship
is never over
but the songs begin to come from eyes
as heaven's members return to work
and mine come out of my feet
like tickles
until I laugh and run to the meadow