[things have been a bit weird over the last months – none of the liturgies or worship spaces i’ve worked on have sat quite right with me. i think i’ve worked out why, and what to do. there’s a danger things might now get weirder for you who read this, but they’ll be more on track for me…]
i trawl the thesaurus for inspiration
discarding words as quickly as i encounter them
none quite fit
and all have lost their gloss,
turned grubby with my fingerprints,
and misshapen as i’ve forced them
into a box that doesn’t fit.
if i look on the ground around me
i see their edges
which fell, discarded and forgotten,
when the lid was closed.
they were the bits that i wanted to hold.
letting go of the box
amongst discarded edges
just to see where they might take me.
come along if you’d like
though i can’t promise to be good company.
i’ve always done my best travel on my own…