Blackbirds and Whippoorwills

Like the blackbird
singing before the dawn,

Like the whippoorwill
waiting to romance the moon,

Like the newborn
longing for breath as it crowns,

Like the writer
trusting the word to arrive,

Like the waves
rising to the wind’s caress,

Like the fig trees
casting seed for future fruit,

Like the shepherds
watching their flocks at night,

Like the prophet
declaring the advent of freedom,

our hearts are thrilled
with anticipation to greet you:
O Word Made Flesh,
O Jesus our Savior,
O Christ the desire of creation.

Let the glory of God reach the highest heaven
and let peace encompass all people.
Amen and forever amen.

Thy Kingdom Come

Thine is the kingdom,
mine is the repentance.

Thine is the glory,
mine is the labor.

Thine is the purpose,
mine is the peace.

Thine is the power,
mine the humility.

Thine is the wisdom,
mine is the wonder.

Thine is the will,
mine is the trial.

Thine is the splendor,
mine is the dust.

Thine is the achievement,
mine the pursuit.

Thine is the mercy,
mine the forgiveness.

Thine is forever,
mine is this breath.

Thy kingdom come.

Go Tell It

Tell it, o mountain,
and say it, o hills,
that God is steadfast
always & everywhere.

Tell it, o river,
and say it, o streams,
that God is neverending
always & everywhere.

Sing it, o sunrise,
and shout it, o clouds,
that God is imaginative
always & everywhere.

Sing it, o sparrow,
and shout it, o raven,
that God is all-knowing
always & everywhere.

Tell it, o desert,
and say it, o plains,
that God is life-giving
always & everywhere.

In the beginning…

…was a sound,
a silence,
a consonant,
a vowel,
a mumble,
a sigh,
a shout.

In the beginning
was an idea,
a possibility,
an urge and
an urgency,
a compulsion,
a wonder,
a love.

In the beginning
was the Word,
the Creation,
the Articulation,
the Invitation,
the Choice,
the Name,
the Yes.

God of all language and nuance,
break open my heart to beginnings
and stay with me through the end.