A church
Scattered like leaves before the wind
Of autumn
A congregation of faithful men
Driven
Beyond the sunset and the stars
A communion of saints
Wandering homeless
Seeking a home
The body of Christ
Unbeing
Becoming
A sanctuary
Roofless no walls
Formless on no foundation
Cathedrale engloutie
Sans marque
Sans visage
Secret
Silent
Lonely
A church flowing
Like a river
Never stopping
Unchanneled
Unbound
Free
Are these wanderers
Homeless going home
Still the church?
I've never posted someone else's work on this blog before, but this poem (found in a book entitled Strangers and Exiles: A History of Religious Refugees)... it makes me feel small and lonely but in a good way.
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