The Fly and the Cup
Into a solemn moment
Comes a fly seeking sweetness,
Buzzing our communion cup,
Drawing us from prayer to her
Search. Cloth covers, sacrament safe,
Sacred stretched to admit praise
From all creation’s seekers.
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I love this! Not five minutes ago, I was tracking one in our living room. I always thought their purpose was to make us focus. It brings us back from daydream or tv nonsense and makes us live in the moment. (Unfortunately our mission ends up being to swat it, but there is such satisfaction and release after that is done.) Your beautiful poem gives a nod of dignity to the humble focus-gathering creature!
Sylvia, full disclosure: our superior did go for the Raid after Mass was over! He was glad I preserved the moment in the poem, however!
lol Thanks!
Loved the communion of nature- the fly to religion
The fly in the sacred moment — Dickinson! Good poem.
Love the title and especially this ending:
Sacred stretched to admit praise
From all creation’s seekers.
In a book on the early Orthodox liturgy I read that deacons would have fans of peacock feathers to dissuade the real small winged among us from settling on the sacred elements.
Vickie, that’s very practical! And in the Western liturgy we have various items which have become atrophied or over-decorated or made into gilded instruments–whose original purpose was to keep out the dust and the flies!