“As we come into your presence...”
The worship leader lazily begins...
But we never left your presence
We simply were blind and deaf to it
To you.
You are not locked away
In a sanctified, sterile, space
That we enter once a week;
Nor a socially distanced deity
Keeping well-removed from
Your sin-infected creature;
Nor a Thor-like super-hero
Crossing the rainbow bridge
From time to time to save the day.
You are not tied to the tangible
But neither are you eternally
On the top shelf
Perpetually out of reach
Unless we are granted the knowledge,
Shared only with a few,
Of where the secret, sacred
Ladder is to be found.
The curtain has been torn in two
As if it ever could contain you.
You are not up there, nor out there
Nor even in here,
But everywhere
And everywhen.
In the sacred and the scurrilous,
In the stillness and the busy-ness,
In the incense and the scent
Of unwashed bodies
Pressed uncomfortably close.
In times of elation
Enthroned on praise
And in the times
Of aching, echoing
Infuriating silence.
In you we live and move
And are.
Selah
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