Liturgy of the Ordinary Sunday For the congregation of wheels and bread and salt water. Call: The sun has opened every angle of the day. Response: We are here, we are here, we are here. Call: Who set the table with salmon the colour of sunrise? Response: We did not set it. It was already given. Call: Who counted the steps? Response: No one counted. The body kept its own tally. Call: Nine thousand two hundred and seventy-four. Response: Each one a word in a prayer we didn't know we were saying. Call: The children's wheels are turning. Response: Let them turn. Let them turn. Let them never stop turning. Call: Someone said stop it. Response: And no one stopped. Call: The harbour broke itself into blues. Response: And the blues put themselves back together as green. Call: Whose shadow fell across the decking? Response: Everyone's. All at once. Call: What do we owe this day? Response: Nothing. It came free. It will not come again. Call: Then what do we do? Response: We eat the fish. We chase the children. We let the light pass through us as though we are made of glass. Call: Are we made of glass? Response: Today we are. Today we are. Amen. Amen. The corrugated iron says amen.