Sermons create contemplation
So too does silence
The hmm of the heater - the buzz
Of the printer - such sound creates
What once was ours
May your sermons reach the far end
Or fall upon those who think in
Narrow terms - expanse btwn what
Is and what reality is - such breath
Amongst ink splattered - it is good
My friend - we are good - even as
We doubled back because we did
Not know how to move forward