Glory Be in a Small Room
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
No organ today.
No vaulted ceiling.
Eight folding chairs,
a heater that clicks,
rain testing the windows.
Still we pray:
glory to the Father,
and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit.
The ancient words enter
our borrowed room.
Nothing becomes grander,
except our attention
to the God who is not crowded
by smallness.
55 words · 15 lines · Free Verse