Easter Five, Year B

Musical Reflection
Red Vines by Aimee Mann



God of deep soil
and luxuriant growth;
you call us from
our shallow selves
to find our depth in you:
may we abide
in who can teach us who we are;
through Jesus Christ, the true vine.
First Reading
by Shih-Te
translated by Jerome Seaton
not going, not coming
rooted, deep and still
not reaching out, not reaching in
just resting, at the center
a single jewel, the flawless crystal drop
in the blaze of its brilliance
the way beyond

Second Reading
Spring Twilight
Haiku by Buson
translated by Edith Shiffert and Yuki Sawa
Spring is going;
hesitating and indecisive,

the last cherry blossoms.

Reclining Buddha,
its carving just finished,

the end of spring.

On the hanging bell,
staying while he sleeps,

a butterfly!

A camellia falls,
and the rain of yesterday

spilling out.

Cherry blossoms darkening,
and far way from my home

on a path through fields!

In evening wind –
water is slapping against

legs of a blue heron.

My bones
keep touching the quilts
in the frosty night!


Gospel Reading
John 15:1-8

“I am the true vine, and my Abba is the vine grower, who removes every branch in me that bears no fruit. Every branch that bears fruit is pruned to make it bear more fruit. You have already been cleansed by the word that I have spoken to you. Abide in me as I abide in you. Just as the branch cannot bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in me. I am the vine, you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing. Whoever does not abide in me is thrown away like a branch and withers; such branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned. If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask for whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. My Abba is glorified by this, that you bear much fruit and become my disciples.

Musical Reflection
Silver Trees by Ricky Votolato


Prayer for the Uprooted
from On Frequent Journeys, adapted

True Vine-Grower,
We pray for all of those who are uprooted,
who are hunted, who are fleeing for their lives,
and who often find only closed borders,
closed doors and closed faces.

We pray for the people, the children and the elderly,
who seek to find safety and solace
and who yearn to begin new lives.

We pray for those who pass by,
who would rather not hear the pleading or see the fear,
or recognize the human being in need of help.

O God of mercy and compassion,
we lift up the millions of uprooted people
in this world whose names we don’t know,
but who are known to you.
Be with them, O God,
and also with us as we struggle to do your will.

The Lord’s Prayer

Our Father/Mother/Parent,
who is in us here on earth,
holy is your name in the hungry who share their bread and their song.
Your Kindom come,
which is a generous land which flows with milk and honey.
Let us do your will,
standing up when all are sitting down,
and raising our voice when all are silent.
You are giving us our daily bread in the song of the bird and the miracle of the corn.
Forgive us for keeping silent in the face of injustice,
and for burying our dreams, for not sharing bread and wine, love and land, among us, now.
Don’t let us fall into the temptation of shutting the door through fear;
of resigning ourselves to hunger and injustice;
of taking up the same arms as the enemy.
But deliver us from evil.
Give us the perseverance and the solidarity to look for love,
even if the path has not yet been trodden,
even if we fail;
so we shall have known your Kindom which is being built forever and ever.

Musical Reflection
Fruit Tree by Nick Drake


May the cross be the sign
in which we begin again
to undo the cords of violence,
the misery of exclusion,
and proclaim the love
without conditions;

and the blessing of God,
the Rock, the Redeemer, and the Friend,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.



Artwork by Pitseolak

Invocation and Blessing from Prayers for an Inclusive Church by Steven Shakespeare

Musical Reflection Red Vines by Aimee Mann

Poem untitled by Shih-te

Poem Spring Twilight Haiku by Buson

Musical Reflection Silver Trees by Rocky Votolato

Prayer from On Frequent Journeys

Lord’s Prayer Latin American Paraphrase

Musical Reflection Fruit Tree by Nick Drake

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