Discarding

Sing aloud, o daughters! Shout with joy, o children!
The peril against you is gone.

Yet again and again, O God,
we have picked it back up:
the peril of fear,
the peril of greed,
the peril of jealousy,
the peril of nationalism,
the peril of self-abasement.

Again and again we pray, O God:
show us these perils
scattered on the threshing floor,
ready to be swept into your fierce fire;
cause us to lay bare these perils
where they have crowded
our roots and fruits
like vines.

Deal with us
in all our peril,
that we might deal
extravagantly in joy, we pray.

cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals

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