Shout out, O God,
and do not hold back
as you survey the world
with the witness of heaven.
Shout out and cry aloud, O God,
for we have given you lip service
but failed to follow your ways.
In your mercy, do not punish the hungry
because we have not been generous neighbors.
For your sake, do not punish the poor because
we have not lived as their brother & sister.
Do not punish even the wicked for we
have been evil’s accomplice and
taught the ways of accommodation.
Shout out, O God, and weep
for the wisdom of this age
that does not know or
wait upon your secrets:
mysteries
of abundance
and paradoxes of love.
Whisper such secrets
like salt sprinkled for the delight
of every tongue, every heart, every life
until the earth is so full of faith
that no one goes hungry
or thirsty or lacks
shelter or family.
Whisper such secrets, O God,
that dawn’s light might
interrupt
midnight’s injustice,
that healing might emerge
as an oasis and your loved ones
never evicted into the wilderness again.
We set our hearts in awe of you
and (re)commit our ways to your way.
Always and only
for your glory.
Amen.
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