Connection / Prayer
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MEETING (of Friends)
The room fills
a shawl here
moustache there
soft haired children
and trembling hands.
Silence grows
like a pool.
Our breaths sigh in and out,
massing like wind,
like waves,
like One.
A chair creaks,
a child whispers.
A cough sends brief ripples through.
The silence flows back, absorbing sound.
My eyes close, and I am One.
Someone stands to speak, and we are Many,
but gathered;
a community,
a unity,
a communing entity.
(c) 1991/ ALH, written after Maine Friends meeting
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