current: a response to tension

By Valerie Lundeen

I am a little tuning fork set out in the presence of God. I vibrate with Reality: I cannot describe this. I am cold to the touch electric burning current of God. I am here for the Melody, the soft percussion, the dissonance; Come, dance.

I cannot choose to resonate with chords already struck. I do not set out for communion when that Great Yes has built already the symphony in, around me, pulse my veins still no waves.

My confession is the long stoplight, My communion, with the inconsistency inside. Difficult people are my call and response is my prayer.

I hold my hands out for wine, absolve me. Go in peace making.