Peace

In the fear of the LORD,
we pray for a root —
merely a root, buried deep —
that we might hope
for the blooming of peace.

In the wonder of the LORD,
we pray for a child —
for every child among us —
to tame the lions and
asps within us to be at peace.

In the wisdom of the LORD,
we pray for a river —
a river flowing from mountains —
that might erode our egos
and drown our violence for peace.

In the reverence of the LORD,
we pray for the moon —
in all of its numbered days —
that we might watch
for the peace that outlasts its light.

May it be so,
until it is so.

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Hope

O Holy Mystery,
the day is near
and we have gathered
to await your coming.

Find us here in our waiting.
Kindle the hope within us.

O Holy Mountain,
the way is steep
but we are gladly coming with
plowshares and pruning hooks.

Meet us along the journey.
Kindle the hope between us.

O Holy Waking,
the dawn beckons
when we will put on your spirit
and seek the well-being of all.

Meet us in the morning.
Kindle the hope of creation.

May it be so, until it is so.

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Revelation

O Present and Still Coming Wisdom,
contrary to the lessons of this world:

From the littlest ones teach us love,
and from the meekest show us majesty.

In the ire of self-righteousness reveal human foolishness,
and in the heartbeat of wealth lay plain hopelessness.

To the most outcast announce the greatest joy,
and for the most fearful build a hedge of peace.

In the songs of young womxn disclose your holy vision,
and through the visit of angels make us co-conspirators.

O Present and Still Coming Wisdom,
let us not miss your unending incarnation.

Amen.

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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.

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