A sacrament cup falls under the bench and a little child unfolds it.
Lovely. Deft. “Little” is an unnecessary adjectival, leaning towards sentimental.
Ah, but “little” pulls up Matthew 18:3 in my mind. Remove that word and the whole Kingdom might slip away.
The poem is more than words. It’s anointing my eyes to watch the kids during sacrament and see God.
Lovely. Deft. “Little” is an unnecessary adjectival, leaning towards sentimental.
Ah, but “little” pulls up Matthew 18:3 in my mind. Remove that word and the whole Kingdom might slip away.
The poem is more than words. It’s anointing my eyes to watch the kids during sacrament and see God.