Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Sunday Service - Poem by Fred Babbin

The Temple Bell is rung
calling the Sangha
Murmuring.
Tinkling piano in the Honda,
Smell of burning incense
while all assemble.

The twice struck gong -
Ringing with Reverberations
like the dropping of a stone
into a water-pool.
The waves come and go
expressing impermanence
and fading into emptiness,
blending with the silence of the Sangha

The Service Chairman speaks-
And we fly,
Singing, Chanting, Responding,
Hearing the Talk.
And comes the close
with “Announcements? ”,
“New people? ”
Tea.
What a joyous gathering!
We talk; we are connected.


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  • Sathyanarayana M V S (8/4/2008 11:16:00 AM)

    Sathsanghs are very common in India and some other oriental countries. The joy we get by participation is immense. Thanks for sharing.
    sathya narayana
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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011


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