This Sunday Jesus asks who do we say that he is? It is a most profound question that gets at the heart of who we worship, why we worship. Which isn't to get something but to be or become something true. The practice or art of which is something like the art or practice of poetry. So as you consider who Jesus is, if you do, let me offer you this poem by Mary Oliver.
It doesn’t have to be the blue iris,
it could be weeds
in a vacant lot,
or a few small stones;
just pay attention, then patch
a few words together
and don’t try to make them elaborate.
This isn’t a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence
in which another voice may speak.