Lent 19

I imagine
that your radiance
splashes like a fountain
raining grace and joy and beauty
on all of life as it emerges
from the eternal pool,
and our footsteps
drip with rainbows as we
live and grow and love each day
like gold flowing in the veins
of the mountains, like
sapphire blooming
where earth’s fierce fire
has eased its rage; so we are
the byproduct and testimony of the Holy
Process that delights to move
the immovable and
to enliven the
breathless,
but our breath is
the sunrise and our every
move is a seed breaking wide open;
who knows if today you will be an iris while I
might be a purple tulip, and perhaps
tomorrow we will be
sunshine itself
and we will blaze
wherever God calls us to
stretch, to grow, to dissipate the clouds;
and so it goes to God’s glory, to whom belongs
beauty for eternity and the life of these most blessed days.

on 1 Peter 2:4-5

For the Journey

When you are weary,
may the LORD show you a well.

When you are embattled,
may the name of the LORD be your guard.

When you are lost and scared,
may God send you a kind companion.

When you are found,
may you return the favor.

When all hell breaks loose,
may heaven rush to your support.

When you no longer believe,
may love break you open to hope.

A blessing in the spirit of Psalm 20.

For additional encouragement through the ongoing work of justice, I suggest Rev. Dr. Eric Barreto’s blogpost, “All the Charlestons: We Press On for Justice.”

 

Lent 8 (Hannah’s Blessing)

May your foundation be the one eternal Rock
and let all other rocks tremble.

May your wisdom study God’s foolishness
and let your mouth know humility.

May you be hungry for God’s satisfaction
and let your treasures fade to dust.

May your steps be guarded by the LORD
and let your paths wander after God.

May your hands extend God’s hospitality
and let your spirit surrender to God’s thunder.

on 1 Samuel 2:1-10

Lent 2 (Blessing)

Shall it always be, O God,
that one be given favor and
the other be cast to wilderness?
Must it be that one alone may feast
while his brother scrambles for crumbs;
that a sister dances and twirls with delight
while her twin laments amidst ashes?
What justice is it
if there is only one blessing
(and a stolen blessing at that)
to be parsed and parceled
among the schemers?
What good is God
if not one blessing is reserved
for those who come last, those
cut out and cast out, for those who
never even make it to the seat of blessing?
At long last, O God, be abundant
— be fair, finally —
in gifting favor to Esau
alongside Jacob, to Leah
as well as her sister Rachel.
Have integrity, Blessing God,
and multiply crumbs into feasts,
let ashes be swept aside for a dance.
Do not let yourself be limited — let there not be
only one
blessing.