A poem by Rob Geyer, Maundy Thursday 2022
prompted by an act of vandalism that occurred during the previous night, breaking a window in our sanctuary
window in
window out
does our view shift
depending on where we are,
inside or out?
does the rock
that made a hole
offer any way for us to be whole?
how easy it is to
love those who love us
oh, but those who do
not love us, they
are those we are here to love
to help them wash clean
all that is not love