Every day now I awake at sunrise
with fire in my heart,
eagerly eat breakfast,
set out again towards the temple.
We start with prayer:
every day, we are more.
Anyone can join us – all are so welcome!
We share everything.
New brothers, new sisters, new life:
young and old, all one in Jesus the Christ.
Who would have thought
I could become one of these?
I’ve always been
back of the crowd, bottom of the pile,
untouchable cripple, barely-noticed beggar,
lying forgotten in the dust.
But one miracle day
only this past week
the Spirit-breath grew to a gale,
streaming into body and soul,
healing even me in one glorious second,
lifting me into blessed belonging.
Just ahead, across the temple courtyard,
Simon called Peter looks up,
squints in the morning light,
catches sight of me.
He grins broadly,
and I break into running.
© Sarah Sansbury, 19th June 2020
