My soul
Doesn’t need
A performance
It needs
Silence
No thought
No thanks
Just a rest
With no distractions
Or disruptions
Accepting that
I will never
Be normal
Hurts in
A way
That can’t
Be explained
Enclosed in
Those church walls
I took myself
Back to Assisi
Where my being
Felt a special
Spiritual peace
As if
The saints
Reminded me
In the
Small Southern Church
How to seek
Simple pleasures
At the foot
Of a cross
That became
A talking point
Not true
Worship
Beautifully written! This post truly captures the essence of worship as a deeply personal and spiritual connection.
ReplyDeleteSimple pleasures at the foot of the cross . . . Absolutely, Regine! Wonderful reflection.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteOnly at the foot of the cross can be be truly accepted for who we are - which brings us to worship - silent or vocal, it is still acceptable to Him
ReplyDeleteBlessings
Maxine
This sounds like a wonderful memory. : )
ReplyDeleteThinking of you ...
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan