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"We gather together," as hicks, and barefoot girls,

in manorial gardens, or spacious rooms of private homes

or sometimes just beneath imperial Rome's

scintillating surface---in the catacombs.
The Daystar rises into our hearts' dawn,

and starless night is gone.

Worship unfurls.

Our morning prayer, like incense, swirls.
Our confession is incorporated

of sins that have aberrated

our lives. Lord have mercy---forgive:

forgiven, glory to God in the highest.
Some words from the Apostles' Epistles,

then from the Gospel of our Lord the Word:

we stand to hear, and then sit to ponder what we have heard.

Bishop or deacon rises to speak
a message---the day's theme---encouraging us

to face the burden of the coming week

with (words from Titus) perfect courtesies;

what to do, and how to live.

Sharing the peace,

we bid even the slightest friction cease.

Ancient Aaron's benediction

is promise and prediction

of blessings designed

for us to receive and find,

like eggs hidden in spring grasses.

We do not part, but dismiss,

full of each other and the spiritual bliss.

The joy remains for us to bear

into the world and freely share.

This is the parting peace that passes

understanding

untainted by the insults that the lost world hurls

enviously:

demanding, but
unable, to wrest away what we

have---the faith (they said) of hicks, and barefoot girls.

Starward

[jlc]