Fair linen

I heard Anne Lamott at a writer’s showcase a while ago, and she said that if we writerly types do not write down right away our ideas, the ones that strike at inopportune moments, then God gives them to her, “that nice Annie.”

Last night, I dreamt up a poem while I was falling asleep. It was about leaving the church where I was ordained a priest; I will be with them for one last funeral this Friday and one last Sunday celebration this Sunday. Of course, I was too sleepy and lazy to write it all down, and when I woke up, it was nowhere to be found, except for the first line, which ended up changing anyway.

So Anne Lamott got lucky, as though she needed to. And this, no longer about leaving, is what rose from the ashes:

The wide, white cloth defies perspective,
draws the eye toward infinity and
into the finest detail of its weft and warp,
the spaces in between.
Faces pale in its reflected light,
like angels fierce and tender,
praising God and singing holy,
holy people summoned to the altar.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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