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"Where is the church?"

I asked, not to a particular person,

but to my heart.

   After listening for

   what seemed like forever,

   I started feeling answers in my marrow.

      "You can find it anywhere;

      sometimes hidden under layers

      of institutional ought, or

      floating free and simple

      in any group that knows

      it's on the way."

      "Wait," I interrupt

      the orthopedic oracle,

      "what do you mean by

      'on the way'?"

   "When people get tired

   of living empty lives –

   tired of filling their existential ache

   with things and rules –  

   they often feel a narrative

   deep in their bones;

a story inviting them not

to moral or conclusion,

but to journey;

not so much to convert the world

as to practice surfing

grace’s tide upon its beaches. 

© 2016 Todd Jenkins