The Sacrament

By Ina Jespersen Hobson

“I stand all amazed …” shimmers

In the organ air. Our hearts

Respond like tuning forks, and voices

Lift in unison of words garbed in the robes

Of melody. All separation vanishes;

We are made one in song’s sweet ebb and flow,

In comfort of the Word. The very air is full

Of benediction—joy like a current in the room.

“For me He was crucified” halts my voice,

Stuns me to pleading silence. I am awash

In tears and truth.