Spring clean

Peter Clague

18 October 2017

 

let me sweep your church
I’d leave the door ajar
to split the glimpses of grace,
remind them who you are.

those who peek within
drawn to your loyal side
& you would see without
the futility of pride.

I’d stir up with my broom
the dust of fusty pews
service to a servant
a friend they stand to lose.

I’d clean the stained glass too
for a little light to shed
in a gloomy, stale state
the vision’s limited.

let me sweep your church
I’d fling the door back wide
so you might hear your calling
to stay, or step outside.

©Peter Clague