Waiting for Peace

You are the beginning of all life, O God, and the foundation of all hope. You are the joy from which springs peace and the peace from which blooms love. We turn our hearts toward you: Be kind to these weary bones, we pray. This life withers like grass and our spirits...

Hardened Heart

Where you have broken my heart, O God, a callus has formed instead of a soft scar. Probably not what you intended, but then healing is unpredictable and necessitates ongoing treatment, persistent grace, and the massage of lovingkindess over time. I pray that you do...

Lent 29

I’m sorry that you hurt, God. I don’t know how you bear it but I do know that I’ve been distracted by my own aches. I’m sorry that I can’t do much to ease your pain. I’m sorry that it’s so significant and so constant. Here:...

Lent 18

What else can you make of this mess, O God? We trust — Lord help us, we have to trust — that you see the mess, that you can imagine something different from this ridiculousness, and more than that: we trust that you consider this particular chaos, this...

Lent 32 (Vinyls)

My heart skips — 33 — not the wild leap to express joy but the weary limp to avoid a pain the wince — 33 — the accommodation of a long-standing scar Like scratched vinyl and a track that misses its beat so — 33 — familiar that I...

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