Hannah’s Song

Though my soul is dry,
the stream is swollen with rain
because God’s goodness has not failed.

Though the bread crumbs are stale,
the doe and her fawn graze without worry
because God’s goodness has not failed.

Though death looms with certainty,
the sun sings a new song every morning
because God’s goodness has not failed.

Though soldiers sharpen their weapons for war,
the sidewalk yields to a stubborn dandelion
because God’s goodness has not failed.

Though arrogance shouts from its mountain,
the hummingbird continues to savor earth’s nectar
because God’s goodness has not failed.

on 1 Samuel 2:1-10

Commandment

I am the LORD your God.

Through grief and despair,
no matter violence or devastation:
I am the LORD your God.

Across the glorious heavens,
in the silent echoing of stars:
I am the LORD your God.

Though the vineyard yields no fruit,
though rocks torment the vine’s roots:
I am the LORD your God.

When justice is sweet as honey,
when injustice festers like a boil:
I am the LORD your God.

Do not break the bread of fear;
daily manna rains from heaven.
Do not pour the cup of bitterness;
the stream bursts from a dry rock.

Draw near to the LORD: be not afraid
of the rolling thunder and loud trumpets
that announce God’s goodness.

World Communion

To you, O LORD, we lift our hearts.
Be mindful of your mercy and be faithful to your love.

You are full of life — from the galaxies to the glaciers, from the rivers to the rainbows, from the north and the south, from the east and the west, with music and mystery all the world over. Your life runs through all Creation and your image is reflected in the diverse beauty of every face. How excellent you are, O God Most High. How glorious and how good.

To you, O LORD, we lift our hearts.
Be mindful of your mercy and be faithful to your love.

Around your table of life, celebrating your feast of joy, we are but one part of your image on earth. As we take and eat the broken bread, we remember those from whom we are separated, whether by distance or division. As we take and drink the crushed grapes, we hold in prayer those lives have been devastated by earthquakes and hurricanes, by illness and violence.

To you, O LORD, we lift our hearts.
Be mindful of your mercy and be faithful to your love.

We know that you are hurting and crying out with the righteousness of a March for Black Women, protesting against the hungry gnaw of poverty, shouting a holy indictment of the rich on their golf courses. Take away our thirst for earthly authority and power, and strengthen our spirits to join you in striking the rock of injustice among us.

To you, O LORD, we lift our hearts.
Be mindful of your mercy and be faithful to your love.

The works of your hands thrill and inspire us, O God. The revelations of your Spirit humble and disquiet us. In wisdom you have dismissed every excuse we’ve given for separation from one another and from Creation. May our hymns bring about an awareness that we share one breath. May our prayers attune our hearts and minds to be of the same accord. May this meal remind us that we share one love.

To you, O LORD, we lift our hearts.
Be mindful of your mercy and be faithful to your love.

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