Crying in Church

I can never tell exactly when it will happen...
When the words of the liturgy will
Wiggle their way past my intellect
And create a crack in my well-defended heart.

Spirit works in wonderfully subversive ways --
Ever-resistant to predictability
She will not be controlled or confined;
She floods my arid cynic with Living Water.

My throat gets lumpy;
My heart expands;
My racing thoughts go still...
And the flood leaks out in tears.