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.
Tumbleweed Almanac 
Ode to the Altar Guild
Order, place, reverence
Serving Christ at the table
Unseen supporters
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Clean white surplice, hymns,
Pray’r Book, Bible, Chalice, Cross,
Word made bleeding flesh.
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Did I choose it? Did
it choose me? The Episco-
pal Church welcomed me.
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You welcomed me too
Your doors are open to all
God sees us the same
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baptized at two months
you had me at hello and
still glad to be here
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former Catholic
seeking liturgy with love
found family too
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all my life
in the arms of Christ
home at Palmer
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I also loved reading this haiku in a comment from “William” on the blog of the Acts 8 Movement:
Prayers rise as incense,
a Daily Office concludes –
Cicadas sing on.
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