Earlier this week, a post on the blog of the Acts 8 Moment challenged Episcopalians to write haiku about the Episcopal Church. So this was my contribution:
What makes sense of things:
scripture, tradition, reason,
intertwined with love.
But my favorite response was tweeted by someone in Lexington, Kentucky:
The Body of Christ,
the bread placed between my palms,
broken, just like me.
How would you describe your own church or religious tradition? Try to do that in a short poem with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line. Then consider sharing it here as a comment.