Rehearsal

Rehearsal,
The slow strumming of
sorrowful guitars.
We are making worship.
We produce the moods,
the tears, the ecstasy.

How many times have
I
been swept up
by a well-played chord,
or the holding of singers'
note.

Was that God moving me?
or just...
the wish that I would
be important
enough for God
to bother.