drawn to the edge

[Every time i go to write something on here at the moment, it feels too big. Like there are a thousand thoughts in my mind, a thousand possibilities, but there aren’t enough words, and the words won’t do anything justice, and that to put words to ‘it’ would diminish ‘it’… and that i don’t even know what ‘it’ is yet…]

‘If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea’  Antione de Saint Exupery

 

Since time became time
there has been water
and since people became people
we have been drawn to its edge

and we stand here,
watching for the breath of God
moving over the water,
calling us to wade into the deep
and be washed in mystery…

 

Breath of God:
Spirit moving over the water
across time and space
and into this place
where you find a home

Breath of God:
Spirit moving into the world
with restless love
seeking a people
ready to follow

Breath of God:
Spirit moving through this church
with a promise of life
and a realm of possibilities
for people ready to follow

Breath of God,
Spirit:
in this space and time
all is yours.
Breathe life into our soul
breathe hope into our life
breathe yourself into our worship

So the breath becomes a whisper,
and the whisper becomes the Word
and you stand among us here
calling us to follow.