I’ve been at a conference with the Society for Liturgical Study this week, and I wrote this poem on the final day to sum up some of what we had been thinking about over the week.
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The maple tree, through open window, listens
as we inside delve deeply into all
that happens when our worshipping traditions
are woven through the crises that befall
the natural world, our planet, God’s creation.
We weigh up and discuss what it might mean
to worship in lament and jubilation
in partnership with life, seen and unseen.
We study and explore our rites and rituals,
Ponder the circularity of time,
Critique our prayerbooks, liturgies and missals
and contemplate the places where they rhyme.
And all the while, outside the window, swaying
gently in the breeze our Sister Maple Tree is praying.
© Rich Clarkson 2026
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