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Sunday Best
(for Juneteenth)
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I celebrate from a distance,
Thinking of church
As an invitation
I received
Several years ago
In a Black church in Louisville,
Kentucky
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I was there for meetings
And on
Sunday morning
We went to a church
Some of us
Had known about
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Arms rose into the air
For hours, and the choir
Never seemed
To stop
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And, I’m sorry,
I don’t remember the
Preaching
But remember the music
And the dancing in the air
Of arms and words
Carried up
By song
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And if the Spirit could be
Smoke, we
We wouldn’t breathe
But as it’s air
We breathed in life
And exhaled
New visions
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And we were welcomed,
Such was love
In the airy cloud
That prismed every color
With invitation
Courtesy
And movement
For outsiders
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We were there for hours
Without knowing
This was Sunday best
At its best
I’ll be a part of it again
Someday
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For there
There was freedom in the
Spirit
As there should be a day for it
Then every day
Every day a work
And play
For freedom
Numinous
And real
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C L Couch
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Spirituality
Photo by Thiago Barletta on Unsplash
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