On a spiritual director’s training retreat, this poem pretty much wrote itself in the Piney Woods of East Texas:
True worship
The birds are in full voice.
They are the true preachers of God’s glory.
Their call and response was the first.
With chits, chirps, whistles and screeches, the Melody of the Sacred is summed up in one place!
In this moment the Sacred, the Hagia Sophia lives.
In this moment, I am called yet again to come alive and let my life join this choir in worship.
TMM