Happy are those who meditate on love.
Happy are those who meditate on love. (Psalm 1:2)
To the depths of Sheol,
hear earth’s cry for wars to cease
and bloodshed to be atoned.
Let your holy sign bloom lavishly
with every bud breaking ground this spring.
As high as heaven, O God,
witness your people’s tears outpouring
and their feet dragging in weariness.
Let your holy sign shine daily
with every sunrise proclaiming hope.
Through the diversity of all creation,
feel the bodily laughter and the heat of sweat
bringing expression to the life you’ve given.
Let your holy sign be embodied
by the flesh of your people with lovingkindness.
on Isaiah 7:11
I bless the earth
for nurturing the daffodil
in secret until the robins are ready
to herald its cheery bloom.
I bless the spring peepers
for freezing solid in wintery woods
to wait faithfully until the early spring thaw
beckons love’s chorus.
I bless the sun
for biding its time through the night
without fear of shadows or stillness until the dawn
has its shades of blush ready to paint.
I bless the soloist
for lingering over and letting go of
every note so reluctantly until even eternity
holds its breath with longing.
I bless the Everlasting God
for abiding beyond hours and seasons
with mysterious patience until the rigidity of chronos
yields to the miracle of kairos for life.
The sun rises as the day’s ostinato.
The juncos interject
The clouds soar in descant,
whistling from the west.
The fox barks out a tempo,
the squirrel chatters out of time.
Melting snow pings out its melody
along the roof and down the rainspout.
A few lingering dry leaves rustle their counterpoint.
The Christmas rose lifts its face
to greet the strain.
And the river
Each day the song
is the same. Each day
the song is brand new forever.
Glory be to God.
on Psalm 96:1
With judgment in the by and by,
Surrender while the sun still shines,
Plowshares once upon a time.
Delight when the mountains are made low,
Peace when the waters cover the sea,
Justice when the river begins.
on Psalm 126:3