Monday morning, right on seven

It’s the closest thing to heaven

When we join in meditation

Lose ourselves in contemplation.

Candlelight and flowers sweet

Grace the table where we meet

Hearing words of inspiration

Our souls wait in veneration.

Then the silence wraps us round

Deeper still and so profound.

When our quiet time has gone

We hear the Word that for so long

Has been our very cornerstone-

How quickly now the time has flown.

Conversation, cups of tea

And loving hospitality;

This is how our meeting ends.

We have become a group of friends.