Sister Rosetta Goes Before Us by Alison Krauss and Robert Plant
you teach us to hunger for justice
even when the weak are shut out
and the powerful turn over in their beds:
in the heat of our anger
and the bitterness of our complaints,
give us the courage to protest,
the persistence to pray
and the heart to love;
Women Poets Before Me
by Andrea Potos
Some days I can almost hear
long skirts rustling–
the lanky one with the determined gait,
her cropped, autumn-hued hair shining,
the other with poppies in her hands,
white gown like drapery billowing into the other world
before she goes.
Not muses exactly–
of what survives–
creation’s flames that gutter,
by Maureen Tolman Flannery
came to the edge and peered over,
longing for its formless cavernous darkness,
could not take that last stride off solid ground
into the waiting air,
stepped back, instead, into her kitchen
and her Mother Church.
your voice echoing from bowels of the unknown,
are the prime matter of which Aquinas spoke,
in potency for all forms.
Mold from this amorphous muck a life worthy of the loss,
redeem the rest of us
the stepping onto air.
Jesus was telling them a parable about their need to pray continuously and not to be discouraged. He said, “In a certain city there was a judge who neither feared God nor respected people. In that city there was a woman who kept coming to him who had been widowed, asking, ‘Give me justice in this case against my adversary.’ For a while he refused but finally said to himself, I don’t fear God or respect people, but I will give this woman justice because she keeps bothering me. Otherwise, there will be no end to her coming here and embarrassing me.” The Lord said, “Listen to what the unjust judge says. Won’t God provide justice to the chosen people who cry out day and night? Will God be slow to help them? I tell you, God will give them justice quickly. But when the Human One comes, will faith be found anywhere on earth?”
You Don’t Own Me by Lesley Gore
by Ann M Heidkamp, adapted
Spirit of Life, we remember the women,
named and unnamed,
who throughout time have used the power and gifts
you gave them to shape the world.
we call upon those foremothers
to help discover within ourselves your power –
and the ways to use it to bring about
the Reign of Justice and Peace.
The Lord’s Prayer
infused throughout all existence,
we honour you with many names.
Your realm is within the human heart.
We accept life for all that it can be,
on earth as throughout all creation.
May we continue to draw sustenance from this earth,
and may we receive forgiveness equal to our own.
May we ever move from separation toward union,
to live in grace, with love in our hearts, forever and ever.
My Sister Says the Saddest Things by Grimes
May God’s joy be in our hearts
and God’s love surround our living.
Each day and night and
wherever we roam,
may we know God’s presence.
In growing and learning,
in joy and sorrow,
in beginnings and endings,
may God keep us and bless us
all the days of our lives.
May the blessing of God – the Beginning, the End, and the Everlasting,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.