in the dust of our crumbling witness,
in the dust of our crumbling fellowship,
the Servant kneels and writes,
"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone."
And I gather the stones that remain
from my original allotment
and determine to build an altar
- regrettably smaller now that it might have been -
smaller for the want of wasted stones.
I gather the stones that remain
and determine to build an altar of worship.
Who will join me?
- by Terry W.York (from The Church Musician, 1996)
a poem about leaving our childish stone throwing behind
and using our energies for worship