October 28, 2013
Amy is contributing a week-long series on reflection and remembrance. You can read her introduction here.
Sunday was Long Ago
Sunday morning has come and gone.
We ate our fill,
and were very proud we had cleaned our spiritual plate.
We heaped our plates with
And walked out the stained-glass doors
And Monday we sat down in passive wontedness,
occupied and busy and
quite unconcerned with eating again.
Like a child who picked his plate clean and refused a return visit,
we have been foolish in our spiritual feeding,
negligent with regard to our need.
And Sunday was long ago.
We cared not for the spiritual deficiency
that slowly crept through our bones
nor did we note the way our hearts
grew languidly cold.
our bellies are beginning to growl.
Slowly, certainly, and somewhat begrudgingly
we are noticing our own dissatisfaction.
We have need, and our selves bear witness that
our need is none other than You.
Hi, friend. I'm Amy. Mostly, I’m just another twenty-something trying to figure out the stuff of life. I am a nerdy seminary student who loves the smell of old books and early mornings in the library. I am an artist wanabee, a liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal, guilty social justice groupie, and a recovering Bible know-it-all with the unreal ability to put my foot in my mouth an astonishing number of times each day. I am a sister to eight of the most hysterical creatures ever created. Good theology, used book stores, and autumn make me giddy. I preach passionately, think deeply, and ask too many questions. I write prayers, poetry and prose. I write about preaching bad and good, gender roles in the Church, the sacraments, stupid things we do on Sunday, politics, and almost everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company. I also blog at oneyellowbird.blogspot.com. Welcome to the journey.
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