Counting Down by Nataly Dawn
by Bruce Bond
to get wet. You are not you anymore.
of clouds as they catch fire in the distance.
and those who see the sky in the water,
They say if you sweep the trash from your house
If you are going by foot, bring a stick,
the great broom of waterfowl and songbirds.
knowing there is a little water in things
and squalor for the smallest forms of life.
People forget. If you shake a tablecloth
dies. There are laws we make thinking
We are a floodplain by the Mississippi
We are a hurricane in the making.
about suffering, who knows a delta’s needs.
to stay single, cut up her husband’s shoes.
barefoot across a landscape that has no north.
a cricket, a bird. And if the fates are kind,
by Cathy Song
dish for this.
the clouded eye of a fish.
of koi moving through water.
singing in a hidden grove.
In the fifteenth year of the rule of the emperor Tiberius—when Pontius Pilate was governor over Judea and Herod was ruler over Galilee, his brother Philip was ruler over Ituraea and Trachonitis, and Lysanias was ruler over Abilene, during the high priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas—God’s word came to John son of Zechariah in the wilderness. John went throughout the region of the Jordan River, calling for people to be baptized to show that they were changing their hearts and lives and wanted God to forgive their sins.This is just as it was written in the scroll of the words of Isaiah the prophet,
A voice crying out in the wilderness:
“Prepare the way for the Lord;
make his paths straight.
Every valley will be filled,
and every mountain and hill will be levelled.
The crooked will be made straight
and the rough places made smooth.
All humanity will see God’s salvation.”
My Silver Lining by First Aid Kit
O, Ruler of the Tree of Life,
The blossoms on the branches are your people,
The singing birds are your angels,
The whispering breeze is your Spirit.
O, Ruler of the Tree of Life,
May the blossoms bring forth the sweetest fruit,
May the birds sing out the highest praise,
May your Spirit cover all with a gentle breath.
The Lord’s Prayer
O Source of the Radiance,
dancing in and about all-that-is,
Shine forth into the depths of our beings,
and enkindle there the flame of thy essence.
Grant that it may blaze forth
and fill us with its searing creativity,
Until, fully united with thy fiery desire,
light pours out from us, taking form.
May we be revitalised each day
with nourishment for body and spirit,
And be liberated from all that oppresses us,
as we struggle to mend the fabric of our world.
Let us not be enmeshed in the nets of illusion,
but illuminate the opportunities of the present moment.
For from thee shine forth
the precepts, the sustenance, and the generative fire,
from centring to centring. Ameyn.
Anthem by Alana Yorke
May the Maker’s blessing be ours,
encircling us round
May the angels’ blessings be ours
and the joy of the saints
to inspire us
to cherish us.
May the Holy Child’s blessing be ours,
the wine and the water,
the bread and the stories
to feed us
to remind us.
May the Spirit’s blessing be ours,
the wind, the fire,
the still small voice
to comfort us
to disturb us.
And may we all bless each other –
a blessing rooted in our common pilgrimage,
the blessing of friends.
May the blessing of God – the Creator, the Human, and the Spirit,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.