wildland

Every head bowed
Every heart opened
Coming together
Set apart

Hiding in the nooks and crannies of a holy place
Stretched all out
Tucked away
Proper pews become primal tents of meeting

Communion
No loaf to touch
No cup to pass
But the Bread is being broken, and souls are drenched in wine
A taste you can’t shake from your mouth

Canopies of praise
Cathedrals of worship
Cloaks and crowns of prayer
Falling over shoulders and brows with a perfect fit

Draw me in with you
This fertile wildland
Until I’m caught in the crossfire of the Love
Holdng the Three as One