Spirit of life
I see you out the window in the black branches swaying against the pearl grey sky
We are meant to stay tucked in this morning under a wet white blanket
but in our determination to go go go, do do do we are out shoveling, scraping, sanding ,
while our feet and tires and patience slip out from under us
and we land on our backsides facing up at you in humility
forgive us our determination to never let go,
of our plans, our pride, our greed and our rightness.
Continue reading “December 15, 2013 – J. Casarella”
Spirit of Life, We begin our advent prayers today.
Forgive us that we love Christmas too much,
Sparkle shine and jingle will soon overtake us
But what I love most are nativity sets,
Little Christmas stories in plastic, painted ceramic, paper or carved wood, play mobile and even Lego.
Continue reading “December 1, 2013 – J. Casarella”
As the holiday season begins let’s be mindful that not everyone will be experiencing happy holidays.
As the many prayers over the year will attest to,
we know that for some this will be their first holiday season without someone they love.
Or maybe it isn’t a death; it could be their first holiday season
without a job, without a spouse,
or without their child who has moved away.
Continue reading “November 17, 2013 – C. Campo”
God It is November and we are looking at the light
The way a sailor stares at the receding shore.
Suddenly there’s an urgency to love, now
That we know it is the only thing that lasts.
We are quieting ourselves to find comfort
Instead of fear inside the darkening days.
You will be beside us, we will persevere.
I forgot to ask You for help last week,
Yet the impossible and complicated world
Became possible, and more clear
As each leaf fell toward the humbled earth.
Summer didn’t cry out in pain or self-pity
As it waned, and was forgotten. There’s dignity
The way it lingered long enough to show us
That what we had, we have not really lost.
That everything can be transformed. The sun
Goes to give its light elsewhere more brightly
And then comes back, to render us eternal.
How kind You are to wait like this for me.
God, make me more like Your first dream
Of me. When I become that, I will love
Your other children the way You do, blindly,
Fiercely. With Your hand of cold wind to sweep
Away all that is between us, You will keep
Us close to Your heart by bringing us together,
And we will be warm, all throughout November.
According to a notable poem, “April is the cruelest month.” Well, October, November and December surely have something to say about that.
As the days grow shorter and as our thoughts are always with us, let us be particularly nice to ourselves. If your inner voice is saying something unfavorable about you, consider what you’d tell a friend. Be supportive, forgiving, encouraging. For most of the negativity, tell yourself to knock it off. Be patient;
Moving on to gloria–or as the song goes, “G-L-O-R-I-A.”
Continue reading “October 27, 2013 – D. Elmes”
More than a century ago the Native American, Crowfoot said:
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”
We give thanks for the wisdom of those who lived here first, and for autumn’s blessings:
For the fire of October, for the quiet of the clouds, for the eternity of stone
For fall’s smoky light that comes dappling through the window and dances on the happy floor
For the cascade of leaves that speak of impermanence, our brief appearance on life’s capricious stage
Continue reading “October 20, 2013 – S. Johnson”
Spirit of Life, we gather together in gratitude. Gratitude for life, for love, for this community. Gratitude for this glorious autumn day we are given. Gratitude for the gift of aspiration to be those people our dogs believe us to be.
Spirit of Community, we give thanks for those in our pews courageous enough to speak their hope of welcome at a Thanksgiving table. And thanks for the Isabella Nebels of the world who step-up without hesitation, perhaps without even being sure to whom they speak, and say “Come to me.”
Spirit of Discovery, on this Columbus Day we pray for those who cross perilous waters in search of opportunity and freedom. But we still suffer from the myopia of Columbus on Hispanola. Our leaders embrace flat-earthism, greed and hubris. They fail to rightly read the winds and almost daily seem to lose their headings in the fog. Our treatment of the hemisphere’s native peoples – and so many others – is appalling. We can do better.
Continue reading “October 13, 2013 – S. Johnson”
This is a prayer in the form of three short stories.
About 20 years ago, I was at the Gap in Harvard Square and was waiting to buy something. I don’t remember what it was, but I’m confident that it was blue. The salesperson was helping a customer in front of me. When she asked him to pay, he said he had already given her the money. She didn’t have it and he quickly became abusive. Eventually, they found the money under some clothes, but he didn’t apologize and he left the woman pretty shaken.
Continue reading “October 6, 2013 – D. Elmes”
In light of the recent tragic events in Nairobi words from the Kenyan poet and novelist, Ngugi wa Thiongo are worthy of thought :
“Our lives are a battlefield on which is fought a continuous war between the forces that are pledged to confirm our humanity and those determined to dismantle it; those who strive to build a protective wall around it, and those who wish to pull it down; those who seek to mould it and those committed to breaking it up; those who aim to open our eyes, to make us see the light and look to tomorrow and those who wish to lull us into closing our eyes”
The easy path would be to close our eyes and wish that it all would just go away. All of the unthinkable tragedies, the pain and suffering.
Continue reading “September 29, 2013 – L. Dahmen”