A Poem for Ordinary Time

There is a shift after the wonder and excitement of Pentecost in the way that the church lives out its faith. Though there may be many cakes and several celebrations and even a parade or two, it is this time of year that we shift into what is known as Ordinary Time.

The cloths on the table and the pulpit change from red to green in the hope that this is a place verdant with life. This is a time when we grow and change into the people we are called to be.

Over on Prayer Threads, I’ve offered the invitation to imagine that this summer season is a time to imagine how you might come alive. I’m thinking a lot about the opposite of business as the poet suggests in the poem below and how we might rise together.