For the empty wall, the blank time,
the long line, the useless meeting,
the dreary chore—oh, worst of all,
the boring worship service—
Beloved, I ask your blessing.
I do not ask to be entertained,
but reminded always of your unseen presence,
your deep, lovely silence,
your comfortable arms holding me close to you,
in all that is boring,
in deep peace in all that is mundane.
I seek your holy stillness,
nothing more than
the thrill of your Spirit
breathing in and out of me.
April 26, 2021