Warm, earth-toned candlelight
enfolding me in its womb.
Nothing can harm you
A suggestion of incense
Soft, background chanting
hinting at generations past and to come.
Vast eternal community gathered in microcosm.
Come and pray in us, Holy Spirit
drawing my soul upwards
on the rising cadence of spoken word and canon.
Soft petitions breathed into the stillness,
Our darkness is never darkness in your sight
Silence, rich and full
descending in our souls.
My peace I give you
© Lynne Roberts 2006
— inspired by my attendance at Taize services. The italicised words are the names of specific chants and the poem itself is structured along the lines of the order of service.