Found In Communion

Where lips crave praise, teardrops dangle on lower lash, Unabashed smiles, like the seawaves of haven’s cache. Found in communion, where robust hymns reconvene — A sanctuary, my consecrated place, sans dummy screen.* Chalice dips in river of delights — Bread of Life, my desire.* Bottoms warm on pews, hearts kindled — a passionate fire. Like a helium-filled balloon, my folded hands blossom, float, high and higher. Grateful for God, breath suspended in my throat. I could sing of his love forever and forever I will. In congregation a scrap of heaven, multihued beautiful faces — no segregation. The celebration of host and wine not in time with our liturgy. We imbibe crackers and grape juice, at home — low-key. Nevertheless we have knowledge that same-time friends likewise eat and drink, the body and blood of Jesus Christ, holy-sweet. Proverbial church bells resound - Ancient of Days replies.*** His voice thunders, lights up, astounds — words to the wise. A braided cord is my apparel, a sanctuary crown. Now you understand that the church is my hometown. 8/20/2020 Contest: Sanctuary Sponsor: Silent One Notes: *dummy screen - the façade of a television screen. **They feast on the abundance of your own house, you give them drink from your river of delights. Psalm 36:8 The root word for the Hebrew word, “delights,” ...drumroll…EDEN...wow! It is also a feminine noun with sexual connotations of pleasure and delight. Bread of Life - Mannah, Jesus ***Ancient of Days - God