My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars by Mitski
in human frailty;
your chosen one
walked through fields
where bitterness flourished
and mercy was enclosed:
break through our conspiracies
of unholy power
and teach us what it means
to save and honour life;
through Jesus Christ, God of the Sabbath.
translated by Edwin Honig and Susan M Brown
I’m a mystic, but only of the body.
My soul is simple and doesn’t think.My mysticism is not wanting to know.
It’s living without thinking about it.
I don’t know what Nature is. I sing it.
I live on a hilltop
In a solitary whitewashed cabin.
And that’s my definition.
by Nina Cassian
translated by Brenda Walker and Andrea Deletant
that for the first time you’ll feel your pores opening
like fish mouths, and you’ll be able to hear
your blood surging through all those lanes,
and you’ll feel light gliding across the cornea
like the train of a dress. For the first time
you’ll be aware of gravity
like a thorn in your heel,
and your shoulder blades will ache for want of wings.
Call yourself alive? I promise you
you’ll be deafened by dust falling on the furniture,
you’ll feel your eyebrows turning to two gashes,
and every memory you have – will begin
Jesus went through the wheat fields on the Sabbath. As the disciples made their way, they were picking the heads of wheat. The Pharisees said to Jesus, “Look! Why are they breaking the Sabbath law?”
He said to them, “Haven’t you ever read what David did when he was in need, when he and those with him were hungry? During the time when Abiathar was high priest, David went into God’s house and ate the bread of the presence, which only the priests were allowed to eat. He also gave bread to those who were with him.” Then he said, “The Sabbath was created for humans; humans weren’t created for the Sabbath. This is why the Human One is Lord even over the Sabbath.”
Jesus returned to the synagogue. A person with a withered hand was there. Wanting to bring charges against Jesus, they were watching Jesus closely to see if he would heal on the Sabbath. He said to the person with the withered hand, “Step up where people can see you.” Then he said to them, “Is it legal on the Sabbath to do good or to do evil, to save life or to kill?” But they said nothing. Looking around at them with anger, deeply grieved at their unyielding hearts, he said to the person, “Stretch out your hand.” So the person did, and their hand was made healthy. At that, the Pharisees got together with the supporters of Herod to plan how to destroy Jesus.
My Body by Perfume Genius
by Archbishop Desmond Tutu, adapted
Disturb us, O Lord
when we are too well-pleased with ourselves
when our dreams have come true because we dreamed too little,
because we sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, O Lord
when, with the abundance of things we possess,
we have lost our thirst for the water of life
when, having fallen in love with time,
we have ceased to dream of eternity
and in our efforts to build a new earth,
we have allowed our vision of Heaven to grow dim.
Stir us, O Lord
to dare more boldly, to venture into wider seas
where storms show Thy mastery,
where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars.
In the name of the One who pushed back the horizons of our hopes
and invited the brave to follow.
The Lord’s Prayer
O Thou, The Breathing Life of all,
In the roar and whisper, in the breeze and the whirlwind, we hear your name.
Help us let go, clear the space inside,
Creating a holy place within for your light to shine.
Unite our “I can” to yours,
So that we walk as kings and queens with every creature.
Your heart’s fervent desire then acts with ours.
As in all sound and light, so in all creatures on the earth.
Give us the food we need to grow through each new day.
Produce in us the wisdom and understanding we need at each new stage of our lives.
Help us to let go of our past, the hidden guilt of our failures,
Just as we consistently release others of the knots of their guilt.
Let us not become lost in busyness, in the surface appearance of things. But free us from what holds us back.
May abundance, fertile power, and glorious harmony return again and again, in each new age. May this be the ground from which all our actions grow. Amen.
That’s Alright by Laura Mvula
May the Spirit be the storm
that shakes the foundations,
the leap of new fire,
which turns oppression to ash;
may her wildness seduce us
with holy desire;
and the blessing of God,
the Lover, the Beloved and the Love,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.