Remembering, O Light, that your sign of mercy is my sign of trust,
from horizon to horizon, sunrise to sunset, mountains to seas.
Taking a deep breath in, letting trust reach down to my toes.
Remembering, O Life, that your time of patience is my time of wilderness
through tumult and transgressions, and at last into the care of angels.
Releasing a long exhale, reaching wide for the nearness of angels.
Remembering, O Love, that your torn heavens are my torn heart,
breaking logic and sense and explanation for a moment of delight.
Receiving the fragments of heaven, shaking loose the need for repair.
Be generous with signs in the wilderness
and mercies in the morning, O Promise,
until remembering is a steady blessing
that flows like a wide river toward peace.
on the Revised Common Lectionary readings
Good Morning Rachel,
This prayer will be like a photograph that you continue to go back to; perhaps seeing something different with each view. Your words bring the images of a semi circle of angels gathered near Jesus when He was in the desert. I love the line “ Reaching wide for the nearness of angels. I have friends who need to feel that body of angels “near.”
I also think about the verse “ until remembering is a steady blessing that flows….. This makes me think of people who know or have known “Grief” due to the death of a loved one. I like to think that in time, “grief” can be “transformed “ into a “steady blessing that flows toward “peace.”
What a comforting picture you’ve drawn from these words, Ann!