Infused - a poem from Denise McCormick Baich, July 29, 2012

As I walked into the kitchen for the first time,
The fragrance of warm sweet baked bread infused with butter and cinnamon…
Filled my senses!

The artists were hard at work, patiently mixing… kneading, and creating.
Without even an inquiry I was given a portion of their precious work…
And it was so warm in my hands.

The room was full of glorious smiles and friendly conversation,
And there was a dedication to their task, which was so much more than…just…bread,
And this wrapped around me… like the most delicious of pastries!

I was then invited in to share more of this new place…
Guided up the stairs and through an unassuming door.
…Where in the dim light of the afternoon was a beautiful sight…

As I stood enveloped in conversation and warm cinnamon,
A church of dark rustic wood, red fabric and of long history surrounded me…
Welcomed me in to it’s splendor… as if it were none other than God’s very own kitchen.

In this place I could smell the precious sound of voices rising!
Feel the past, palpable with the future souls of those in knead…
And I could taste God’s loving words… so delicious and waiting on the tip of my tongue.

It called me to have a seat… to pray… and to breathe it all in…
To spiritually dine on His wonder and His Place… This Place… made me feel - at home.
Centenary Church and God’s Sweet Cinnamon rolls… Such a blessed combination!

Denise McCormick Baich