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Unlikely Sabbath

Nature for Liturgy

True Worship

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True Worship

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How does one really

Worship God

The glove compartment

Old gift boxes

Or stuffed

Desk or counter

Drawers

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These are not

Nor do they contain

Anything like holies

Of holies

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Nor do our lives

Say

We walk

We talk

In worship of the Lord

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We go to church

Or temple

There are shiny things

There

Are they worship

What are the right

Accoutrements

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We go away

Vacay

Even a retreat

Is God just off the shore

Or in the park

Or in a city

We have not

Traversed before

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Or

Yes

Keep it official

Bring on the pipes

The choirs

The big noises

Organized

Maybe with fluid motion

On occasion

Of the litany

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Are we now qualified

For worship

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Some say

It must be corporate

There must be at least

The two or three

Though as many as

May muster

Is preferred

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Can I worship on my own

May I

Or at the table

Meetings

Meals

Could anything

Like worship

Happen

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Yes

No

My sources say

Hazy

Ask later

Though we suppose

It isn’t happenstance

And can we plan

The Holy Spirit

Let alone

The glory of the Lord

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God is great

Remember the Sabbath

There are injunctions

On the worldly

And maybe there are those

Who believe

We find worship in

Mediation

Sitting still

Knowing in the easy

The presence of the Lord

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How about

Where there is joy

For loving

And together

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John 4:23-24

Romans 12:1

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amen, amen, amen, amen, amen

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amen, amen, amen, amen, amen

(you can sing it)

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there were good hymns

in church

and a couple that were sleepy

the sermon was terrific

for being true and in style easy

as if we could believe

afterward

and live it through the new week that

all this was meant to serve

amen

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A Jazz Mass

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A Jazz Mass

(recovering lost verse)

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Jazz mass

A mass of jazz

Inside the church

That might

Be

Preservation Hall

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Or come with me

To Cleveland

Or

New Liberty

Or a flat place in a field

With divots

Happening to happen

Just right for

Our instruments

To rest

While we musicians

Get to listen,

While exhaling,

Too

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Inside the halls

Of the Lord

Which might have heaven

For a ceiling

With hell beneath the basement

So let’s stay here

On Earth

To worship

In good syncopation

(planned,

unplanned)

With an aim

Sometimes

To raise that roof

More heaven-toward

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Loud

Or soft,

Sharing the stories

Of both places

And our prophets

And

Our prospects

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Don’t charge for tickets

Maybe leave

A jar

Inside the door

More visible

When leaving

Should

We leave

Because there might be food

(after spiritual food)

And then another

Set-to

All of us

Jazzy playing

Jazzy-praying

To the Lord

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A Jazz Mass is a worship service with service music and hymns played in a Jazz genre.

Jazz Mass | Saint Ambrose Episcopal Church

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worship

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worship

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we sing songs of praise

sometimes we dance

we are led

then

by the arts

sometimes we touch each other

safely and affirmatively

we pray

we confess

we ask for pardon

we pray for others

those we know

to give their names

crises in the world

praying for the stranger

we listen

there is teaching

churches wise as serpents

collect the money first

with more music

sometimes the teaching

takes up half

which means

we have a love of learning

and a need for it

mostly

there is a response

to scripture

verses are selected

and expanded

credence is affirmed

doctrine promoted

our identity

defined

more so

though

we take in points for living

taking up points for life

after the service

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sometimes we stand

sometimes we kneel

gestures of faith

that say

even without saying

that there is a presence with us

we acknowledge is great

is good

as in virtuous

worthy of our tries

at praise

and obedience

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is God

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happy birthday, bard

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on the altar

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on the altar

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lord

what shall we give

but everything

and what is everything?

if i offer myself upon an altar

then will you send an angel

to stay my hand?

if i offer up my part in relationships

will you have an angel

tell me

not so much

before i am alone?

if it’s my wardrobe or accounts

or the corporation or the army

(like saint francis)

or plans

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earthly luxury

or earthly victory

will you send a hallelujah chorus

to tell me, no, not that much?

or will you tell me to keep

going:

my body to begin with

as a living sacrifice,

my mind turning only as you turn it,

the sadness of

living against the world

for the renewing of my mind

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my body as a sacrifice

in worship

without sacrificing animals

or the worldly counterparts

but sacrificing me

the only thing to set apart,

holy for you

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could you ask that much

or do you ask that much all the time

while i do not hear?

then i should listen with the

hearing that you gave me

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romans 12:1-2

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3 poems for summer solstice

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3 poems for summer solstice

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Merry July

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Solstice

It’s summer now

Summer weather smacks us

Here

Temps aiming for 90

I guess in Australia

New Zealand

New Guinea

Little America

Winter is begun

Throw logs on the fire

Sing winter carols

Withholding Christmas and

The other holidays

‘Til the start of summer

In December

Christmas in July

A custom mostly mercantile

In the north

Could be the real thing

With trees and

Were it high enough

Some snow

Ornaments and lights

Certainly

Merry Christmas in

Alice Springs

Wellington

Tierre del Fuego

On the Falklands

At the southern pole

Santa’s summer home

Like winter

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Intentions

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God, what shall I

Say to you?

I worship you

In contemporary ways

I’m sorry for sins

You have seen in me

And known for centuries

I thank you for your presence

Having made all good things

And the ways to deal

With the bad

I ask of you

To welcome home

Those who die

And heal those who live

Cure cancer

End war

Well, I can ask

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Siblinghood

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It’s like science fiction

Slipping out of time

Our of normalcy

Eating meals on time

Cleaning on a schedule

Ingrained expectations

Instinctive, conditioned

Responses

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To fall outside of these

To live with fewer clothes

To hope for decent meals

In penury,

To dream of trips

But only travel like Thoreau

Walking to and from

The town

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Everything else happens

On the inside

How sad this is

At least how strange

But there’s a purpose

Those who fall outside

Will look back

And when not wistful

Will prophecy

In art

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