Sacrament - a poem
SACRAMENT The presence of God It's in the sweet sacrament divine, consumed mid prayer and worship It’s in the skill and compassion a doctor brings to her patients The cracked voice of the dying woman as we pray the psalm together In the beauty of a rose now blooming in her garden that she will never see It’s in her pain and the love of her faithful friend who sits with her on this journey It’s in the righteous anger that blazes sending a greedy fraudster on their way In the protective love of a daughter whose turn it is to defend the one who sheltered her It’s there in the beauty of the trees, the blue sky and billowing clouds It’s in the music - the sound of silence, “can you feel the love?” It’s everywhere The world is sacrament. (This was written after some days when my work as a GP and priest and my role as daughter came into particular focus together.)