Friends,

This past Sunday I shared a poem in my sermon that I felt captures the sentiment of being ‘knit together in the body of Christ” (Ephesians 4: 16), celebrating our diversity and unique gifts even as we affirm that we are bound together in the unity of “one Lord, one faith, one baptism”(Ephesians 4:5). I’d like to share that poem here and invite you to spend some time with it this week.

Belonging by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

And if it’s true we are alone, 
we are alone together,
the way blades of grass are alone, 
but exist as a field.
Sometimes I feel it,
the green fuse that ignites us, 
the wild thrum that unites us,
an inner hum that reminds us 
of our shared humanity.
Just as thirty-five trillion red blood cells
join in one body to become one blood.
Just as one hundred thirty-six thousand notes 
make up one symphony.
Alone as we are,
our small voices weave into the one big conversation.
Our actions are essential 
to the one infinite story of what it is to be alive.
When we feel alone,
we belong to the grand communion 
of those who sometimes feel alone—
we are the dust,
the dust that hopes, 
a rising of dust, a thrill of dust,
the dust that dances in the light with all other dust,
the dust that makes the world.

If you’d like, take a moment to send me an email and let me know how this poem sits with you.

Peace,
Pastor Jack