In the midst of my joy about the launch of Our Savior at Honey Creek, I ran across the poem "On the Road" by Jennifer Lynn Woodruff. Somehow it fits our situation.
Not on the mountaintop, but in the aisles,
Not in the death, but in the daily grief
Where sometimes faith is born and sometimes doubt,
Where stern deception batters at belief,
The day after the triumph, and the day
Before the amazing thunderbolts break through --
In passing in the night, beneath the clouds
We glimpse behind the veil, at last see through.
If we cannot be faithful in the hours
Between the joy and underneath the pain,
Daily remembrances, forgotten fears,
The words we speak while trying to explain --
We will miss grace which comes so soft and slow,
We will miss God who whispers in the night,
The cloud of witnesses who stand beside
Another shore and in a greater light.
The veil is always parted, if we knew
But where to look and what to see and how.
The bread is broken; between death and life
The door blown down; the dance stands ready now.
The Rev. Linda McCloud
The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek