I followed Yours because it was so full of life,
so strong and resolute with every pulse.
Now it is silent. Mine is too.
I fixed mine upon Yours so that it might flower,
but now Yours has withered like grass.
Must hearts always fade?
Has Love’s river withdrawn its lifeblood?
Death has no impulse to replace it
so I will not rise again.
on Job 14:1-14
When we have shouted ourselves hoarse
and returned home from the parade,
forgive our wavering commitment to love.
When we have finished our hymns
and departed from the comforts of worship,
forgive our fickle faithfulness.
When we have passed the plate of bread
and swept up all the last crumbs,
forgive our refusal to extend sanctuary.
When we have draped flowers on the altar
and bathed in their perfume of death,
forgive our neglect of our neighbors’ suffering.
And when we have waited through the night
and paced all day in disappointed prayer,
forgive our denial of your revelation.
cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals
On this Lenten way,
O God of every good way
we pray for all that is to come:
for the path through stormy waters
and for those pummeled by the storm
until the path becomes clear;
for the avenues toward peace
and for those surrounded by warring chariots
until the rage of war is quenched;
for the riverbeds of restoration
and for those parched in the wilderness
until the rainy season comes;
for the intersections of community
and for those bypassed for their imago dei
until the crossroads are the heart.
Make a holy way
through this Lenten way,
we pray. Amen.
on Isaiah 43:16-21
cross-posted on RevGalBlogPals
Christ has
no focus no eyes no nightmare
but yours but yours but yours
Christ has
no delight no body no distraction
but yours but yours but yours
Christ has
no tenderness no hands no isolation
but yours but yours but yours
Christ has
no melody no tongue no denial
but yours but yours but yours
Christ has
no foundation no feet no lifelessness
but yours but yours but yours
Christ has
no peace no presence no violence
but yours but yours but yours
naught but yours
I thought we made a good team
You and I,
Thou and Thine.
It seemed we might partner to your glory
Spirit and flesh,
Holy and blessed.
Yet here we are apart, forsaken by sin,
Lover and beloved,
Seeker and sought.
Can we be together across our division,
Creator and dust,
Lustrous and lost?