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Sunday Best

(for Juneteenth)

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I celebrate from a distance,

Thinking of church

As an invitation

I received

Several years ago

In a Black church in Louisville,

Kentucky

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I was there for meetings

And on

Sunday morning

We went to a church

Some of us

Had known about

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Arms rose into the air

For hours, and the choir

Never seemed

To stop

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And, I’m sorry,

I don’t remember the

Preaching

But remember the music

And the dancing in the air

Of arms and words

Carried up

By song

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And if the Spirit could be

Smoke, we

We wouldn’t breathe

But as it’s air

We breathed in life

And exhaled

New visions

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And we were welcomed,

Such was love

In the airy cloud

That prismed every color

With invitation

Courtesy

And movement

For outsiders

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We were there for hours

Without knowing

This was Sunday best

At its best

I’ll be a part of it again

Someday

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For there

There was freedom in the

Spirit

As there should be a day for it

Then every day

Every day a work

And play

For freedom

Numinous

And real

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Spirituality

Photo by Thiago Barletta on Unsplash

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