Going To Church

Going To Church coming into the church sitting with others linking to words pointing to beyond words tall stained glass window sense of yearning reaching like the tree beckoning outside yet here gathering around a table here bread of angels ‘pannis angelicus’ Atmosphere of safety my lady of comfort come find me here place of interface between life and higher life I find silvern ripple from still centre of holy river deep now finding river of living water “do you believe?” question vaster than the endless mind question insistant as a gull chanting across the vast sky “help my unbelief’ break all chains imprisoning me from finding from being my true self George Coombs