Transmission

By Bowie Snodgrass

we like to make ministers.
so far we have 8 or a dozen.
we are part of a religion
two millennia old in 2000&7.

we met at St. Mark’s in-the-Bowery.

we prayed & ate fresh-cooked food.
introduced our selves and
said something about our day today.
we were ten people present tonight.

three readings echoed through
the almost empty chamber.
we had retreated like Elijah
only to find a still small voice.

to dwell in the house of God.

we broke into pairs to talk
about sacred spaces. one
woman brought up slaves
buried beneath the building.

three of us laid hands on the windows
blessed colored morning rays of light
we laid our hands on the floor – we
need to remember the cruel truths too.

we were transmission tonight.

Posted by: Bowie | Tags: poetry, ritual