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?...

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...

Godot

Perhaps today, something new? Perhaps today, an answer? Perhaps today, faith? Perhaps tomorrow. But today, at least, breath. Ah merciful God, yes: at least breath.

Coffee

O Most Holy, O Most Inspiring, O Most Enlivening Fount of Daily Renewal: overflow abundantly upon our dust that the stiff joints of our spirits might leap with joyful wonder, that the bleary eyes of our hearts might open to recognize you, that the dragging feet of our...

Clinging to Metaphors

We are underwater. Let there be a Rock that is higher. We are weary and worn. Let there be a Peace beyond understanding. We are frustrated, impatient. Let there be a Seed in every season. We are heartbroken. Let there be a Fire to gather us together. We are frantic,...

Lions

Listen to the roar of your people’s prayers, O Holy Lamb, as our spirits growl with hunger for your healing. Bend your woolly ear in sympathy as these great egos of dust mew for comfort. We ask: do not mind our snarls or teeth, for in deep pain and distress we...

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