The Way by Fastball
whose way is love,
whose truth is searching,
whose life is freely given
in Jesus Christ our teacher:
as you have opened for us
your house of many rooms,
so may we make a place
for the rejected and unloved,
and share the work of peace;
through Jesus Christ, the image of God.
auto matter: yut
by Larissa Lai
we’re occupied by degrees
houses call to us
in their variety
breezy terrace, diocesan boys’ school
blackwood place, malka drive
the apartment above the bus terminal in kowloon
we think our possessions afford us memory
ceramic monkey from red rose tea box
black acrylic sweater
white hearts circle shoulders following fair isle design
these matter the way
shattered in transit
we eye airplanes hopefully
the “never forget” of what can’t be retrieved
by Sandy Florian
A building for habitation and habit. Or. Headquarters of a domicile. A dwelling
place of a family. Or. A structure that serves as shelter. As. A burrow or nest or
cave. A shack in a series of shacks. With nooks and garrets and stairs. This is
your corner of the world. Thick with suspicious walls. Or. I am backpedaling
through my Motionless Childhood. For. A box for the keeping of birds. A place
of worship. As. A church. Entertainment. As. A tavern. For. To be quit of you
I confine myself to the house. Or. I am living alone in such emptiness. Burying
my Lares in the basement. But. If this house should come to ruin, I am trying
hard to fix the dispersed days. When you haunted this house of horror. Or. I
am furnshing my house with memory. As. Locomotives and other forgettings.
Inmates collectively. For. A daughter who brings the house down. The harder
shell of a snail. Or. A tortoise. As. The swallow builds its own indent. Of wood,
or stone, or clay. Protection from weather. Protection again from time. The
first principle of architecture From which all things extend. But. Until you hit
the boy in the back with a bottle, this is but a barroom box. Where six tall men
play gilded guitars. Two which ways and ever which time. For. These are my
lullaby lies. And. This house has memory of home.
The I and the not I. As. Protection of I. Divisions of the brain. For. A receptacle
of any kind. A twelve parts of heaven. Or. The entire sky. Excepting parts that
never rise. For. A sign of the zodiac is considered the seat. Where artificers may
be heard. But If seven children play at house, fireside things lie in the brush.
Or. What is more beautiful than a road? A roof and a roost. A den and my digs.
I am confined as by illness. To stay in this house without purpose.
“Don’t be troubled. Trust in God. Trust also in me. God’s house has room to spare. If that weren’t the case, would I have told you that I’m going to prepare a place for you? When I go to prepare a place for you, I will return and take you to be with me so that where I am you will be too. You know the way to the place I’m going.”
Thomas asked, “We don’t know where you are going. How can we know the way?”
Jesus answered, “I myself am the Way – I am Truth, and I am Life. No one comes to Abba God but through me. If you really knew me, you would know Abba God also. From now on, you know Abba God and you have seen God.”
Philip said, “Rabbi, show us Abba God; that will be enough for us.”
Jesus replied, “Don’t you know me, Philip, even after I have been with you all this time? Whoever has seen me has seen Abba God. How can you say, ‘Show us your Abba’? Don’t you believe that I am in Abba God and God is in me? The words I speak are not spoken of myself; it is Abba God, living in me, who is accomplishing the works of God. Believe me that I am in God and God is in me, or else believe because of the works I do. The truth of the matter is, anyone who has faith in me will do the works I do – and greater works besides. Why? Because I go to Abba God, and whatever you ask in my name I will do, so that God may be glorified in me. Anything you ask in my name, I will do.
The Truth by Foster the People
by John O’Donohue, adapted
On the day when
the weight deadens
on our shoulders
and we stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance us.
And when our eyes
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to us,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in us
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath us,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring us safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be ours,
may the clarity of light be ours,
may the fluency of the ocean be ours,
may the protection of the ancestors be ours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around us,
an invisible cloak
to mind our lives.
The Lord’s Prayer
God in heaven,
Reveal who you are.
Set the world right; Do what’s best —
As above, so below.
Keep us alive.
Keep us forgiven with you and forgiving others.
You’re in charge!
You can do anything you want!
You’re ablaze in beauty!
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Life by Our Lady Peace
The Stranger’s Blessing
The Sacred Three be blessing us,
our tables and their stores.
The Sacred Three be blessing
all our loved ones evermore.
May the blessing of God – the Author, the Messenger, and the Word,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.