As we step inside the church
Light floods the east window;
The altar is eclipsed.
Above, encircling saints, transfixed,
Gaze upon Christ transfigured.
Moving from left to right, slowly the sun makes its progression,
As we in prayer make ours:
Through the Gloria, made more glorious by the light;
Now, with sun centre-stage, we chant the Creed;
Now, with light departing, the breaking of bread.
Seeing the sun like this
Is a way of understanding our self-centredness.
Truly, God is our centre, as is the sun.
It is we who move.
In them we have our being.
A church is like a ship steering a course due east;
God, the light, our fixed star.
And as we, circling the sun, get our equinoctial fix,
So we, beholding Christ illumined,
Praise the Son, our safe haven.