Slaughter of the Innocents

For the children who died by Herod’s word before they even learned to talk, O LORD, hear our prayer. For the boy who will not see his 13th birthday, O LORD, hear our prayer. For the girl who never got to hold up 8 fingers to show her age, O LORD, hear our...

Cold

Must it always be silence? Will you never love through a slow smile a warm hand or even a whisper? Of all the ways in the world to be with us — silence?? There are some who remember your once-and-done grace, that gift from the beginning and it is enough for...

Square One

You promised me the moon, the stars, the sun and all beauty with your best poetry. You promised me your hand, your word full of signs and love. You promised too: breath and life, mercy for generations, seasons with purpose, the hope of meaning… …yet look...

Sunday Prayer

In prayer we draw close to you, O God, like an infant clinging to its mother’s breast, like a child holding tight to a teacher’s hand. In prayer we dare to make a spectacle of ourselves, pouring out our fears and doubts and heartaches, laying bare our...

Depleted

I come to you empty and leave the same. What is the sacred nature of Desolation? What is the particular hell of cliches that fill it? You have exhausted me by your silence, and your Spirit’s sighs are little consolation — only a lonely breeze across the...

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