Six Weeks by Of Monsters and Men
whose son walked untamed
in league with beasts and spirits,
whose kindom is not distant
but breaking in among us:
give us time and space
to find our identity
to let go of control
and walk the pilgrim way;
Everywhere, everywhere she wrote; something is falling –
a ring of keys slips out of her pocket into the ravine below;
nickels and dimes and to do lists; duck feathers from a gold pillow.
Everywhere someone is losing a favorite sock or a clock stops
circling the day; everywhere she goes she follows the ghost
of her heart; jettisons everything but the shepherd moon, the hopeless cause.
This is the way a life unfolds: decoding messages from profiteroles,
the weight of mature plums in late autumn. She’d prefer a compass
rose, a star chart, text support messages delivered from the net,
even the local pet shop – as long as some god rolls away the gloss
and grime of our gutted days, our global positioning crimes.
Tell me, where do you go to pray – a river valley, a pastry tray?
The Road Home
by Gillian Allnutt
It is the road to God
that matters now, the ragged road, the wood.
And if you will, drop pebbles here and there
like Hansel, Gretel, right where
in the wilful light of the moon.
You won’t be going back to the hut
where father, mother plot
the cul de sac of the world
in a field
that’s permanently full
looking for a festival
of literature, a fairy tale,
nest of brothers, sisters. Would
that first world, bared now to the word
with you, through wood, into the weald and weather
of the stars?
About that time, Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee, and John baptized him in the Jordan River. While he was coming up out of the water, Jesus saw heaven splitting open and the Spirit, like a dove, coming down on him. And there was a voice from heaven: “You are my Child, whom I dearly love; in you I find happiness.”
At once the Spirit forced Jesus out into the wilderness. He was in the wilderness for forty days, tempted by Satan. He was among the wild animals, and the angels took care of him.
After John was arrested, Jesus came into Galilee announcing God’s good news, saying, “Now is the time! Here comes God’s kindom! Change your hearts and lives, and trust this good news!”
Ain’t That Good News by Sam Cooke
W.E. Orchard, adapted
O God above all, yet in all; holy beyond all imagination;
you inhabit the realms of unfading light, yet lead us through the shadows of mortal life;
how solemn and uplifting it is to think about you.
Like sight of sea to wearied, like a walled-in garden to the troubled mind, like home to wanderer, like a strong tower to a soul pursued.
But greater still to feel you in our hearts;
like a river glorious, cleansing, healing, bringing life;
like a song victorious, comforting our sadness, banishing our care.
But greater far to know you as our God, as dear as you are near;
and ourselves born of your love, made in your image, never beyond your sight, never out of your thought.
The Lord’s Prayer
Heavenly Father, heavenly Mother,
Holy and blessed is your true name.
We pray for your reign of peace to come,
We pray that your good will be done,
Let heaven and earth become one.
Give us this day the bread we need,
Give it to those who have none.
Let forgiveness flow like a river between us,
From each one to each one.
Lead us to holy innocence
Beyond the evil of our days —
Come swiftly Mother, Father, Parent, come.
For yours is the power and the glory and the mercy:
Forever your name is All in One.
Bird on a Wire by kd lang
May the crucified Christ
shatter our brittle fear,
draw all people to God’s glory,
and make us servants
living for the world;
and the blessing of God,
the One Who Was, the One Who Is and the One Who Is to Come, be with us and remain with us always. Amen.