They lay on the garage floor,
straight two by fours, once proud members of a ramp,
a ramp built by Boy Scouts to help people safely enter the rectory.
Replaced by a metal one and now separated from the other members,
Resting now, feeling forgotten, scooted about, but
actually, like a larva, protected in its chrysalis, the garage.
Now suddenly needed.
Transformed by the magic wrought by a circular saw and
a screwdriver into a holder for sacred objects, torches and crosses,
no longer out in the elements, but in sacred space,
tween the sanctuary and the sacristy,
Useful once again.
Ron Hicks, Parish Verger, St. Alban’s Episcopal Church, Washington DC 12-November-2013