The Cathedral rises in the plain.
Open echoing spaces.
Light scattered across slate floors
catching flecks of dust dancing unawares.
Windows exhibit brazen colors
On Sunday mornings, I offer this phrase as a token of reconciliation, quiet assurance of solidarity, and celebration of joy with the young. The offer of peace is essential to our worship; I write it in each week, not as filler, but as an intentional space for those of us gathered for worship, to…