Driving through the Mississippi Delta to worship

Hurtling through the vast expanse of sky and land,
Under a canopy of flying geese, geometric patterns rippling through space,
Our eyes feast on tens of thousands of fowl foraging in furrowed field.

At St. Thomas’s, we stop.

The pregnant Mary greets the pregnant Elizabeth under a canopy of angel wings,
The Ancient-come-New displaces a tsunami of living water across unseen realms,
Surging into John’s spirit, through the waters of the womb,
Overflowing, overflowing, overflowiing
In love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, humility, and self-control–
Prophetic patterns rippling through time,
Prophetic words displacing the old,
Prophetic actions altering the vast expanse of creation.

My husband preaches, and the eyes of our hearts see,
From that first communal exultation of John and Elizabeth and Mary,
Then Ephraim the Syrian, Maximus of Turin, Ambrose, Augustine, Anselm of Canterbury,
To Alice, Elizabeth and Justin, Don, David and Rita, Hallie Gail, D and Laura Ann of Belzoni,
We stand together in awe.

Written in December 2012 by Jill Woodliff.

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