Zoning Out During Seminary Orientation
Amid the arches at the front of the chapel
I wonder how many people have stared
At this window and what was held in their hearts.
What sorrows, what joys, what concerns,
How many prayers have found their way
Through this window, flying up and out
Over our heads, flowing through and around
This place, this sacred space,
This place of learning and worship.
The hymns that have stirred souls
Piping through the organ and in voices raised.
What can this moment filled as it is
With anxiety and unknowing have to do with
The beauty of the human soul revealed
In attitudes of praise and prayer and wonder?
Everything, I think, and nothing.
Still, something is moving.
