Am so struck by the remains of lives torn asunder, in contrast to blue skies in images in the news.
Help us, O God, to imagine restoration, even in the midst of such devastation.
Ten piedad, Señor.
Ten piedad.
ENVELOPING
Warm seas and
Swirling winds
A force of power
Absorbing
Growing larger each day
Rotating
Closer and closer.
Populations
Moving as nomads
Seeking shelter beyond the storm's reach
Gas for power
Food for fuel
A pillow for rest
Where?
Exhaustion.
Cooler Georgia nights
Calm the spiraling winds
Still
Gust after gust
Make sleep difficult
Hyper vigilance
To each breeze
Growing stronger
Quiet, then
The roar returns.
Foreign sounds
Cracking trunks, then
Thud.
Lights on
Off
Popping transformers
Sirens whining
Heroes and heroines
Emerge to tie together
Lines of power
Reconnecting your people.
May seas return
Rising and falling
With the moon's pull
High. Low. Yes, high. Low.
May normal patterns
Reassure us
That we need not fear
Rustles in the night.
May we find you near
In invisible communities of support
Rising to envelop us in love
Always near.
And may we find confidence
In what we are becoming,
Messy, strong, beloved communities
Woven together in love.
Amen.
REVEALING
O God,
May moments of darkness
Reveal the power and beauty
Of your brilliant light.
Amen
BRAVE
O God,
How can we be here?
We have seen evil,
horrendous evil in our streets.
Yet in the midst
even in this place,
especially in this place,
Your voice calls.
You call us
to be Your people
in this world that You love.
This world.
This time.
This place.
Oh God, here we need your help to be brave,
especially when it is easier to turn away.
Help us instead to pause,
to see,
to listen to your voice in the midst.
We know you are here.
Always.
Make us bold enough to open clenched fists,
to dry tears,
to step out and
work tirelessly,
shouting for justice.
Your hands.
Your feet.
Working together.
In the midst of hate, dear God,
bring brave love.
Brave love, indeed.
Lord in your mercy,
Lord in your infinite mercy,
we pray.
Amen.
Greater
O how words can hurt
Like a punch in the gut.
...These will
Not be accepted...
...These will
Not be allowed...
How hard it is
To be knocked down
By their power.
On days like this
And especially nights that follow
We ask O God that you remind us
Of the power of love -
The incredible
Mysterious power
Of unconditional love.
Love that is kind,
True and honorable,
Love that protects,
That trusts,
That hopes,
That lasts longer.
Love that is greater.
Greater than any evil.
Greater.
Surround all your children this night
With love so powerful,
Love that can heal even these open wounds.
Bring tangible signs to
Remind us all
That we are each your beloved.
That love trumps fear and hate,
That love wins every time.
For love is always greater -
Even when it's hard to imagine,
Love is greater still.
Let it be so this night, O God.
Let it be so into all our tomorrows.
Amen
Wild
O holiest of spirits,
As the wild goose soars,
So do you.
Twisting, turning,
With strength and power.
Untamed,
Beyond control,
You call our names.
We who grow anxious and fearful,
We who succumb too easily to popular norms,
We who fail to lift our heads upward.
We who fall silent too soon, too often.
In the midst,
You come like a raging wind,
Calling us with loud squawks and honks.
May we listen to these uncommon invitations,
And join your spirit ways -
Boldly shouting ‘yes’ to grand, unknown adventures,
Courageously turning where your voice leads,
Transforming systems to bring healing and wholeness,
Radically welcoming all of God’s people,
Speaking truth to power, day after day,
With open hearts, generous in love.
May we be so brave as to follow your wild ways,
Knowing you will joyfully lead us,
And love us, on the journey.
For all that will be,
We lift our hearts and hands in gratitude,
O wild,
O wonderful
Spirit of God.
Amen
Liberty
What a gift it was.
A symbol of friendship between the French and the Americans.
From one people to another.
A celebration of democracy,
The end of American slavery.
And then...
A poet,
Emma Lazarus,
Offered new words
That painted a broader context.
New meanings.
Now inseparable.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Here at Lady Liberty’s feet,
These words give pause.
And tears upon tears.
Oh God who nurtures creative gifts in us all,
Works that transform our landscape year by year,
Make us bold contributors,
That we may courageously stand and speak
Of liberty which frees all your people from oppression.
Empower makers among us,
In these complex days
To take a stand and boldly declare
Yes, love.
Yes, compassion.
Yes, welcome.
Yes, liberty for all.
Yes, in this America.
Here,
With voices raised,
One by one,
Somehow,
May we become together the people that you dream we can be.
One people of God.
Open hearts.
Open hands.
Room enough for all.
Let it be so,
O God of boundless love.
Let it be so.
Amen
Liberty
Summer
O God of all seasons,
Of work and rest,
Warm breezes and cricket songs
Offer glimpses of summer's coming.
May our lengthening days
Bring to all, a bit of quiet and stillness,
A place apart from full schedules
And busy days.
May glowing night windows
Frame our ordinary habitations,
Cherished activities,
Lives gathered in love.
Above us,
May your mantle of stars
Remind us all
That in you, we are home.
Amen
Doboy Lights