Nor the sermon that delights me--
Oh, no; it's just the nearness of you.
It isn't stained glass or a big screen,
Or drum roll or fog machine--
Oh, no; it's just the nearness of you.
When you stir my heart and draw me so close to you,
You make all of my dreams come true.
I need no candles to enchant me
If you would only grant me the grace
To gaze in awe on your face,
And to feel just a trace
Of the nearness of you.
(a churchgoer's riff on Hoagy Carmichael's "The Nearness of You"; photo by jaefrench via pixabay.com)
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