Ramah

So close to your glory, O God,
and yet so very far.

Rachel’s lament fills our ears
from a shul in Monsey, NY to
spiked underpasses in London.

So close to your glory, O God,
and yet so very far.

Rachel’s cries resound among
the Uygur in Xinjiang, China
and firefighters in Australia.

So close to your glory, O God,
and yet so very far.

So far, so far, so far.

And so very close.

cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals

Swaddling

Be not afraid, o my soul,
to hold Love close to your breast,
to wonder at its fingers and toes and eyes,
to marvel at Love’s sweet breath.

Swaddle Love gently, tightly,
as though it is the labor of your womb,
the offspring of your heart, the flesh of your flesh,
as though Love is your whole world.

Hover by Love’s side, o my soul,
to count its breaths and nurture its growth.
Send Love out into the world until your heart breaks,
then see how Love returns to swaddle you. 

Alleluia!

The Lamb of God has come, alleluia!

The Son of Man is born, alleluia!

The Redemption of the World is revealed, alleluia!

By your name, O Jesus, we are glad
and through your life we are satisfied.
The prophets see you and rejoice;
the powerful recognize you and flee.
We are fools to stand in your presence
yet we join the mountains and trees,
sea monsters and stars in rejoicing: alleluia!

Basking in your presence, we will not keep silent.
Compelled by your good news, we will not keep silent.
Until earth’s praise is echoed in the peace of all people,
until every face is recognized as the beauty of God,
until a mighty horn breaks every strain of oppression,
until the fires of baptism expunge our pride,
until love is undeterred, we will not keep silent: alleluia!

You are our joy and we are your glory.
Through you is promise and within us is hope.
Send us out from this year in peace;
bless all that has departed from us
whether through regret or relief.
Call us into the new year with joy
to radiate the wonder of you: alleluia!

The Lamb of God has come, alleluia!

The Son of Man is born, alleluia!

The Redemption of the World is revealed, alleluia! Amen.

cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals

E’er Blooming

In the fullness of time,
a Flower blooms:
not minding the plans of war
or the harvest of grief,
not measuring
the seasons of power
or the generations of wealth’s sin,
but simply spreading its petals
because time is full
and fulfilled.
A Flower has bloomed —
not because the world is at peace,
not because we are ready,
but because it is time.
Praise and
thanksgiving on earth
as in heaven for the foolishness
and eternal faithfulness
of the Flower.