Having Sung With The Choir – An Evening Examen

Having Sung With The Choir – An Evening Examen

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Having sung with the choir, this evening’s venture
brings light to the night and a dark covering of
powdered stillness descending, descending still
upon these battered brows. Hear, O hear
the silver notes, sliding out from cleaving tongues
pressed up against our cheeks, the very cheeks
now flushed and warm with the post-song glow of
happy hearts. O Dancing One, how lightly you move,
alight and glide where clumsy old oafs yet banished in
the wooden feet of sin are forced but to watch.
But watch we will until, our laces loose,
we cast off iron shoes, and at last
our feet fall in time with yours.
Tonight, our songs have burrowed into
heads prepared for pillows,
hearts prepared for love,
eyes prepared for sleep,
souls prepared for eternity,
and voices prepared to sing once more the songs
that wonder.


 

Robert Rife

My friends think me complicated. My employer thinks me talented but at times, troublesome. God, and my wife see me as I am - a philosopher-poet with a rather circuitous journey of life and faith, the music and worship minister at Yakima Covenant Church, a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, poet and writer. I am a graduate from Spring Arbor University with an M.A. in Spiritual Formation and Leadership. These poems, and my life, are dedicated to those places where life, liturgy, theology and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation – who we are becoming. Join me on this journey to word-land. Maybe we'll find each other there and share a story or two.

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