From our friends at Ipswich Unitarian Meeting House – a poem by a member of their congregation about their feelings on returning to their spiritual home after the lifting of lockdown.

Return to our Meeting House

“The feel of the wooden seat against your back,

The softness of the cushion under your hand,

The sound of feet on wooden floors,

The way light falls through the high windows

To illuminate the darkness

Memories of words and deeds

Of laughter and tears

of joys and sorrows

Burn bright in the mind then melt away

Like the candle smoke in the air.

Shared experiences and private moments

Stories told and retold

Sacred space entered and held,

Shaped by hands and minds long gone,

Still shaping all who encounter it.”

Ali Mercer