Kneeling {poetry for lent}

Kneeling 
by R. S. Thomas

Moments of great calm,  
Kneeling before an altar  
Of wood in a stone church
In summer, waiting for the God  
To speak; the air a staircase  
For silence; the sun’s light
Ringing me, as though I acted  
A great rôle. And the audiences  
Still; all that close throng
Of spirits waiting, as I,  
For the message.
                  Prompt me, God;  
But not yet. When I speak,  
Though it be you who speak  
Through me, something is lost.  
The meaning is in the waiting.



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