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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Tuesday, April 29, 2003
    I Dream of a Church
     
      I dream of a church that joins in with God's laughing
      as she rocks in her rapture, enjoying her art:
      she's glad of her world, in its risking and growing:
      'tis the child she has borne and holds close to her heart.

      I dream of a church that joins in with God's weeping
      as she crouches, weighed down by the sorrow she sees:
      she cries for the hostile, the cold and no-hoping,
      for she bears in herself our despair and dis-ease.

      I dream of a church that joins in with God's dancing
      as she moves like the wind and the wave and the fire:
      a church that can pick up its skirts, pirouetting,
      with-the steps that can signal God's deepest desire.

      I dream of a church that joins in with God's loving
      as she bends to embrace the unlovely and lost,
      a church that can free, by its sharing and daring,
      the imprisoned and poor, and then shoulder the cost.

      God, make us a church that joins in with your living,
      as you cherish and challenge, rein in and release,
      a church that is winsome, impassioned, inspiring;
      lioness of your justice and lamb of your peace.
    - Kate Compston, from Geoffrey Duncan, ed, Dare to Dream. Inspiration for closing reflections at tomorrow night's PCC.