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from the Committee on Ministry and Counsel High Windows A Friend recently read this poem by Peggy Purcell at early meeting for worship. It spoke to many Friends. Peggy is thrilled that we like her poem and want to share it with everyone at Ann Arbor Friends Meeting. High windows in the meeting house next to the raftered ceiling witness seasons passing. Tree tops in view a piece of sky, grey or blue, tree branches, leaves, limbs and snow testify to change. Light streams across the floor where pairs of feet in shoes – shined or scuffed, stretched out, tucked in, lined up or skewed – relax in scattered seating. Faces raised or bowed, eyes open, closed, some hands folded, held, arms draped across the backs of pews or family members’ shoulders. Eyes meet across the room, a smile may bloom between Friends sharing the sacred silence. The meeting house is bare of decoration but resplendent in simplicity – a testimony to Friends simply seeking the Light shining through plain speaking. Peggy Purcell |
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