150 Days

Remember me, O Love, not only
when your kingdom comes but
when the storm comes too
and — for heaven’s sake —
also when the long nights come
because long nights always come.

Remember me, O Joy, not only
in rainbows but also in clouds
and in the fog of uncertainty
before hope prevails. Think
often of me and send a raven
or a dove to linger until you appear.

Remember me, O Love, not only
as days turn into years but also
as shells crumble to sand, as
beauty replaces pain and
we forget the vulnerable ache
of promises made only to broken.

Bent Over

* * *

Kyrie eleison,
the weight of pain has worn me down these long years
so much that I have lost my faith in sabbath rest
and the hope of healing no longer
visits my deepest dreams.

Christe eleison,
I have longed to lean back and feel the sun’s smile
on my face, my neck, my breast, my open palms
but there is only the ground to watch
as it passes beneath my feet.

Kyrie eleison,
for my soul still repeats its prayers and praises
but my body can no longer watch your coming
like a boat as it returns home from storm
or the sun as it rises over the hills.

* * *

Kyrie eleison,
this is the yoke of my days, the destiny of my flesh
to bear ridicule for which I am not at fault,
but oh! My God and my Savior —
can you not rebuild cities?

Christe eleison,
what is the mercy and love of God among us?
What is the appropriate prayer of just one
for relief, when generations
weep for restoration?

Kyrie eleison,
upon you I have leaned for my whole life
like the staff by which I move and live;
do not let my faithfulness to you
by shamed by doubt.

* * *

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Beloved

Let me sing for the Beloved,
and let the Beloved sing for me:

songs of delight and satisfaction,
of discovery and renewal,
of harmony and hope.

Let me hum for the Beloved,
and let the Beloved hum for me:

lullabies of comfort and patience,
of possibility and peace,
of justice and love.

Let me chant for the Beloved,
and let the Beloved chant for me:

rhythms of change and declaration,
of perseverance and promise,
of fire and devotion.

Let me sing for the Beloved,
and let the Beloved sing for me:

ballads of faithfulness and wonder,
of the turn of sunshine and rain,
of joy that does not sunset.

Come, O Beloved, and sing with me.

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Distant Promises

They died in faith without having received God’s promises, but from a distance they saw and greeted them. (Hebrews 11:13)

What do we ask of you, O God,
but faithfulness in presence and
mercy from devouring powers?

What do you ask of us, O God,
but integrity in discipleship and
compassion in community?

How have we failed one another, O Christ?

What do we ask of you, O God,
but timeliness in justice and
holy fury in redemption?

What do you ask of us, O God,
but patience in labor and
hope in restoration?

How have we tested one another’s limits, O Call?

What do we ask of you, O God,
but a rock to rest upon and
reward for sacrifice?

What do you ask of us, O God,
but trust in your steadfastness and
surrender of our treasures?

How have we counted one another’s costs, O Creator?

What do we ask of you, O God,
but inspiration for renewal and
courage for peace?

What do you ask of us, O God, but
but humility in worship and
dreams of what may be?

How have we failed one another, O Covenant?

What do we ask of you, O God,
but that you come?
And what do you ask of us
but that we be ready?

And will it be so?

Amen.

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