Hey friends…
I do not mean to be cynical with this poem. It has just been a long winter and I have not been outside much. And I miss experiencing God through nature. So, seeing images of nature during worship services has been difficult for me. Don’t change them Alex, they are still very cool. And for the record, communal worship services in buidlings (yes, malls) are some of the most powerful and Spirit-filled experiences of my life. Still… poets must write.
Images on the Screen
Dark orange sunsets sink into oceans
Strangers worship in deserts with unbridled emotions
Fields of wheat dance under
Though truth’s on the screen, reality lies
Cause I’ve stood on the mountains and heard them sing
Whitewater falls thundering praise to their King
I’ve slept in the night under heaven’s ceiling
I’ve joined in its chorus and know its feeling
I’ve walked the edge of this earth where land becomes sea
Ridden its waves and learned to be free
I’ve been lost in this song that creation well knows
But now I am lost in this building, its pews and its rows
Cause you can’t feel the wind when you’re surrounded by walls
And nature’s shouts grow faint when we worship in malls
You can’t see the sky when you’re looking at screens
And if the picture’s not us, what’s it all mean
