As Far as the Western Sea

Not me, O Life, but us. Not mine, O Life, but ours. As far as the eastern horizon, as far as the western sea, all that is and all that can be. Not us or them, O Life, but every. Not us or theirs, O Life, but all’s. From the first wisp of dust to its final...

Thunder and Lightning

Spare us, Most Holy One, from the rolling thunder of your voice as it quakes our weary souls and sends us scurrying for lesser comforts. Let our comforts not be secondary gods, false idols, exploitation or cruelty or jealousy or lies. Spare us, Most Holy One, from the...

Confession

We have listened to the wrong gods, O Holy Life, to the ones that say “Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps” and the ones that say “Your help is in the rat race.” Hear your people protest: “How long?” Hear your people confess:...

Troubled

Incline yourself like a dread warrior toward those you love, O Holy One. Count the hairs on the heads of Robert Fuller, Malcolm Harsch, Dominique Alexander, and comfort those terrorized by racism’s awful fruit. Hear the cries of the children. Hear the cries of...

By the Oaks of Mamre

Stay awhile, O Stranger, for the night has been long and cruel and our souls are not yet wrung dry from weeping. Stay awhile, O Stranger, for the fires are raging on cultic altars built to sacrifice precious fruit to ravenous gods. Stay awhile, O Stranger, for the day...

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