Monday, September 11, 2017

Prayer in Such a Time

For the battered
bereft
beleaguered

For the courageous
compassionate
committed

For those who keep working
for those who keep holding
for those who keep vigil

For the hungry
the hurting
the hopeful

For all who have lost
and all who are lost
and all who continue to seek and serve

Into your hands, O God
into your heart, O Christ
into your unfailing care, O Spirit

we commend all

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Alleluia!

Easter Day


Forth Christ came at Easter,
like the risen grain,
the one that for three days
in the grave had lain,
quick from the dead
my risen Lord is seen:

Love is come again
like wheat that springith green.


John Macleod Campbell Crum
Hymnal 1982, #204

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Lament

Holy Saturday

O Lord, my God, my Savior,
by day and night I cry to you.
Let my prayer enter into your presence;
incline your ear to my lamentation.
Psalm 88:1-2



morning arrives
grief-laden
the torment has not been washed away
but burrows deeper into my heart

as if it will excavate my being
leaving only dust






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Friday, April 14, 2017

Bereft

Good Friday

I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint;
my heart within my breast is melting wax.
Psalm 22:14


the way collapses
deconstructs into
fragments bereft of meaning

love an echo

mercy keening
an eternity away




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Thursday, April 13, 2017

Bare

Maundy Thursday

Let me hear of your loving-kindness in the morning, 
for I put my trust in you;
show me the road that I must walk,
for I lift up my soul to you.
Psalm 143.8


Now comes the time to set aside
the necessities of the journey
I can carry nothing
beyond this point
other than trust in Love itself

May my soul be stripped bare
dug up and turned over
furrowed
cleansed
made ready





Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Threshold

Wednesday in Holy Week

And I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.”
Psalm 55:7


As if the morning holds its breath
pondering the way forward--
duty, necessity,
inevitability?

Air heavily burdened with the undecided--
storm, release,
prelude?

Caught on the threshold,
will I dance into this thin place
or fight, or flee,
or freeze?

Still, I choose
the way






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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Next

Tuesday in Holy Week

Turn, O Lord, and deliver me;
save me for your mercy’s sake.
Psalm 6:4



my fingers enclose
a touchstone of ashes

the barest scent of holy oil
foreshadowing an anointing
for burial

now the sacred path spirals in
on itself

I open my soul
and continue