The Next Verse

There is a kind of music in gathering

It’s familiar, this tune

We’ve sung it together before

Or if not sung, hummed along

Or tapped our fingers, maybe just a little off the beat

It’s familiar, this tune

And yet

We can never quite know it

Because it is never quite written

By the gift of our shared presence

We sing into being each time we gather

A new verse

Never the same as the first