Lament

Answer us, we dare pray,
O God of our groaning.

Reclaim what has been cast away,
O God of our weariness.

Seek out the pieces of our hearts,
lest they be scattered by the wind.

In your goodness, let there be a light
to keep us company as we cry.

In your mercy, let there be a hope
to draw water for our dry spirits.

In your love, let there be a word
to whisper us back into life.

Until the days of our delight
outweigh the days of our distress;

Until the season of evil
fades in the eternity of justice;

Until our tongues are loosed
from the dust of death.

Let there be a light,
let there be a hope,
let there be a word.

Amen.

cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals

Advent: Goodbye

Still I wait.
Still I listen.
Still there is only
disappointment.
We have waited.
We have hoped.
Perhaps now
at long last
God will answer
the generations
who have cried.
Perhaps.
But here —
here is a
shoulder
for comfort
until God
comes. Unless
God doesn’t come.
Unless the desert
never blooms.
Unless the streams
never bubble in song.
What if…?
What if never?
Cry, creation, cry
and say farewell.
Salvation isn’t
coming for you.

on Isaiah 35:1-7