Wormwood and Gall

God of our ancestors,
the song we inherited
has been starved in this famine of injustice;
our tongues have dried
from crying in this desert of hopelessness.

Increase our faith!

God of all creation,
the grass will wither
and we along with it, no matter our fretting;
our breath will end
long before the mountain melts into the sea.

Increase our faith!

God of daily mercies,
mustard seeds bloom
while we hew millstones and forge chains;
we guard our tables
believing you will commend their purity.

Increase our faith!

God of all power,
we weep bitterly
for our affliction in these days of judgment;
you are undeterred,
calling still to love and discipline and hope.

Increase our faith!

on today’s Revised Common Lectionary texts;
cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals