This superb poem was read at a recent Communion Service at Ashburton Baptist Church and was written by one of our members, Bev Patterson.
Sometimes, at Communion
When all is still – the Spirit hovers.
Do you feel her?
Have you known her calling?
The church kneels,
All equally needy in our need of you.
The purity of silence, and simple companionship,
Social divisions swept away
No pretence now
No words to cover ourselves
Just you – and the holy touch of your feeding.
Don't rush it!
Don't mar the moment!
Treasure this union all too rare
This, the closest taste of heaven I know.