The Lord's Day by Noelle Wells

Thank you that today

We are a little less alone.

This facade of isolation

Is made impotent this day.

We gather here,

Sore hearts undone,

Late morning’s blossomed air

Rests against the window’s face

Down each side and back.

We settle down

Pew by pew,

Dust slipping through the light,

Then hear the call to worship You

Whose fullness condescends

To bind our alien souls alike

In unison to praise.

Noelle Wells is a pastor's wife and mother to three delightful little ones. She is a biblical counselor and aspiring writer residing in Middletown, PA.