All Saints Sunday Prayer

We give thanks, O God Most Holy,
for the feet that walked this journey before us,
for the saints and sinners who lived & loved
under the shadow of your wings.

We give thanks, O God Most Holy,
for those who dared to travel the road together
as lovers & strangers, friends & disciples,
for as long as they had breath.

We give thanks, O God Most Holy,
for the hearts that pulsed with justice & grace,
that sang in sync with your commandments,
that bled to show us your kingdom.

We give thanks, O God Most Holy,
for the tears, the heartache, the grief that connect us
to one another and to those who have died,
knowing that death will not last always.

We give thanks, O God Most Holy,
for the witness of all creation to your eternal glory,
for the mountains & trees, the rivers & seas,
and the beauty of your new day.

We give thanks.

Amen.

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Prospect

to sit still
to do one thing
and one thing only
to begin and to end a breath
without distraction

outside my window
a man stands on a ladder
to paint the ceiling of a parking garage
with a brush — a brush for
six levels of concrete

to do one thing
to begin and to end
with constant attention
to be present to what’s needed
to be present to what’s
good, what’s
here,
what’s holy

too often this is
beyond me

it requires much more
diligence in rehearsal than
I would like to admit

so let me practice:

thankful for the manna
of leftovers; thankful for the
wilderness of work and of words;
thankful for the blessing of flesh and space

thankful for this what instead of
regretful for what is not; thankful for this
where rather than restless for where I am not;
thankful for being instead of critical
for not being otherwise

one full breath
and then one more
let this be the extent of my prayer
out of gratitude rather than
weary resignation

just one breath
enfleshed and holy

just one brush
for what is needed

on Numbers 11:4-6

Call the Names

In thanksgiving for ancestors and kin, for mothers and sisters across generations, for those who help to birth and those who accompany the walk and those who tell the tales, I call the names:

Grace
Susan
Mildred
Lydia
Lucy
Jacqueline
Eleanor
Tamar
Diane
Cheni
Ruth
Rahab
Marilyn
Sondra
Sarah
Lisa
Rubi
Nancy
Naomi
Bathsheba
Imani
Elsie
Mary
Lois

on Matthew 1:1-16

Lent 10 (For the Birds)

Here a raven in all its arrogance

Here a gull in its single-mindedness

Here a scrappy sparrow full of chatter

Each content in life and work (although to be fair,

they know no different)

And would they live differently if they did?

Would the gull wish its voice more like the sparrow’s

or the sparrow long for the raven’s solitary confidence?

Thankful today for the birds

witnessing to a way of being without discontent or doubt.

Surely this life

is meant for them

and not really for us

who seem to always want what is not ours to have.

Would that we might learn how to be!

009

1 Corinthians 1:4a

“I give thanks to my God always for you…”

Too often
(I confess to believing)
there is not enough time
to sit
to be with you
to talk
to listen
to let time pass unattended

But increasingly
I remember
what I am missing:

stillness
receptiveness
reflection
breath
welcome of another
into the space of my life
if only for one conversation
to appreciate
you
your life
your beauty
your holiness

thank you
for being you
and for being with me