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.

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Reminder

Breathe in: the loveliness of God.
Breathe out: to articulate God’s grace.

Breathe in: the spirit of God.
Breathe out: with purpose as God’s image.

Breathe in: the wild creativity of God.
Breathe out: to embody your God-given gifts.

Breathe in: the delight of God for you.
Breathe out: with joy in being.

Breathe in: the peace of God’s presence.
Breathe out: and take the journey before you.

on Ephesians 2:10

Unpacking

boxesI relocate
hope
Take it back from
finite places and
finite people
where I imagined
it belonged
Wash off
the crud and
cynicism
it’s gathered
Place it in
that Holy Fire
where it can be
an incense
warming
and emanating
a sweet perfume

I unpack
faith
from the boxes
on the shelves
in the closets
where it has collected
dust
instead of growing
roots
Take it outside
to let sun and rain
alike fall on it
Nestle it deep within
that Ground of All Being
from which
comes life
to which
returns life
by which
all life sings

I excavate
trust
from my own heart
where it has grown
stiff and sore
(also stubborn
and vain)
Hold it in my hand
with compassion
at last for
its brokenness
Give it to
that Wise Storyteller
who might oh so impossibly
reimagine it
alongside such fairytales
as justice
and love
Wait and listen
for a new yarn
to be spun

Happy are those whose help
is in the LORD their God.
(Psalm 146:5)

Trinity Sunday Praise

Father, Son, Ghost:
All praise to you
for mercy & love!

Mother, Healer, Sage:
All praise to you
for creation & strength!

Rock, Wellspring, Witness:
all praise to you
for grounding & belonging!

Depth,  Breadth, Glory:
all praise to you
for joy & insight!

Sovereign, Savior, Spirit:
all praise to you
for grace & life!

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