Rise within the veil

November 4th, 2018

On this Feast of All Saints, I woke up to day already dawned, and an extra hour of sleep redeemed from some chronological savings plan I don’t remotely understand, but okay, I’ll take getting up at 7:30 on a Sunday instead of 6:30 anytime. 

I made a big pot of steel-cut oats for the parish breakfast, woke up my altar boy, and ran the mic for Q&A at our adult Sunday school class where the guest speaker taught about her Islamic faith to a rapt audience of nearly 70 Episcopalians.  She brought copies of her holy book to give away and people were lined up to claim them. Then it was time for church. I love the liturgy of this feast day, and it was a particularly beautiful service. A new baby was baptised, which always makes my heart full and spill over the brims of my eyes just a little bit, and recalls to mind that quote of Rabindranath Tagore, “Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.”  

I am not yet, either. 

Give us the wings of faith to rise
within the veil, and see
the saints above, how great their joys,
how bright their glories be.

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