thrown,
pressed,
molded,
pinched
round again
for the seekers
of both beauty
and metaphor
never done
ever imperfect
always tossed
to new purpose
Potter’s Wheel
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Category Archives: images of God
Wilderness
We long for your voice
like a deer longs for water,
but no, Lord — do not put your voice
in our ears and our hearts, for it might
split us open and rend us from
the comforts and assumptions
with which we have clothed faith.
We long for your presence
like a ship longs for the shore,
but no, Spirit — do not be an anchor
to our wandering spirits, for you might
disrupt our restless living with the call
to faithfulness; we would
rather battle the storms.
We long for your help
like an eagle longs for the wind,
but no, Mercy — do not lift us up
with story and song, for we prefer reason
to imagination and your provocation
might shatter the certainty
by which we cling to you.
cross-posted with RevGalBlogPals
Trinity Sunday Prayer
When you pray, say:
Our Creator,
our Justification,
our Advocate in heaven —
hallowed be thy Name,
thy Body,
thy Presence.
Your Realm come,
your Imagination fulfill,
your Peace arrive
in all ways & all places.
Be our Bread,
our Breath,
and our Beckoning.
Jealous One,
forgive our self worship.
Just One,
save us from abuses of power.
Joyful One,
restore us to participation.
For yours is the Delight,
the Authority, and
the Relationship
now and always.
Amen.
cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals
Pentecost
Holy Spirit, Wild Wind,
on this day of Pentecost
we are gathered.
We are alternately
full of fire and fizzling,
courageous and tentative,
gifted by dreams and haunted by worries.
In other words,
this holy day finds us to be
still wholly human.
Will you fill us up?
Will you awe our hearts
so that we too might understand
your word & work of power in the world?
Will you declare the assurance
that our souls long to hear,
the peace that all your children need,
the renewal that is creation’s hope?
Let it be so,
and we who aspire to be fire
would settle for being your kindling
in this world that needs love.
Let it be so,
and we who dream of flying
would settle for bending in your breeze
like flowers dancing their praises
in a world that needs whimsy.
We ask in wonder.
We pray in astonishment.
We wait for heaven to come among us
like a rush of roaring wind, like a flame
that ignites without ceasing.
Amen.
cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals
Figs
Still trying to grow,
O Jesus, Gardener of Life.
Still trying to heal,
O Jesus, Redeemer of Dust.
Still trying to serve,
O Jesus, Host of the Banquet.
Don’t dig up this fig tree yet.
Don’t abandon me to my bleeding.
Don’t kick me out for lack of a dinner robe.