Tuesday, June 30, 2020

June Twenty-Twenty

For the Interim Time 
When near the end of the day, life has drained
Out of light, and it is too soon
For the mind of night to have darkened things,
No place looks like itself, loss of outline
Makes everything look strangely in-between,
Unsure of what has been or what might come.
In this wan light, even trees seem groundless.
In a while it will be night, but nothing
Here seems to believe the relief of dark.
You are in this time of the interim
Where everything seems withheld.
The path you took to get here has washed out;
The way forward is still concealed from you.
“The old is not old enough to have died away;
The new is still too young to be born.”
You cannot lay claim to anything;
In this place of dusk,
Your eyes are blurred;
And there is no mirror.
Everyone has lost sight of your heart
And you can see nowhere to put your trust;
You know you have to make your own way through.
As far as you can, hold your confidence.
Do not allow your confusion to squander
This call which is loosening
Your roots in false ground,
That you might come free
From all you have outgrown.
What is being transfigured here is your mind,
And it is difficult and slow to become new.
The more faithfully you can endure here,
The more refined your heart will become
For your arrival in the new dawn.
-John Donahue 



Blessing of Hope
So may we know
the hope
that is not just
for someday
but for this day—
here, now,
in this moment
that opens to us:

hope not made
of wishes
but of substance,

hope made of sinew
and muscle
and bone,

hope that has breath
and a beating heart,

hope that will not
keep quiet
and be polite,

hope that knows
how to holler
when it is called for,

hope that knows
how to sing
when there seems
little cause,

hope that raises us
from the dead—

not someday
but this day,
every day,
again and
again and
again.

—Jan Richardson
from The Cure for Sorrow




You are the peace of all things calm
You are the place to hide from harm
You are the light that shines in dark
You are the heart’s eternal spark
You are the door that’s open wide
You are the guest who waits inside
You are the stranger at the door
You are the calling of the poor
You are my Lord and with me from ill
You are the light, the truth, the way
You are my Saviour this very day.

-Celtic oral tradition – 1st millennium



…. And the whole world stood revealed in the usually hidden glory of ordinary things. 
-Stephen King, Elevation 


Come into our brokenness and our lives with your love that heals all. Consume our pride and replace it with humility and vulnerability.  Allow us to make space for your correction and redemption.  Allow us to bow down with humble hearts, hearts of repentance. Bind us together in true unity and restoration. May we hear your voice in the days to come. Give us collective eyes to see our role in the repairing what has been broken.  Allow this time to be a conduit for personal transformation that would lead to collective reproduction. – adapted from Latasha Morrison, Be the Bridge 



You are Beloved.
Live out of your Belovedness,
Parent out of your Belovedness,
Love out of your Belovedness-

-Ann Voskamp 



Awaken us to your glory.
Dispel the darkness of night.
Awaken us to your glory.
Destroy the heaviness of heart.
Awaken us to your glory.
Cure the blindness of our sight.
Awaken us to your glory.
Heal the deafness of our ears.
Awaken us to your glory.
Open the mouth that is dumb.
Awaken us to your glory.
Restore a gentleness of touch.
Awaken us to your glory.
Encourage us with a sense of adventure.
Awaken us to your glory.
Bring us an awareness of you.
Awaken us to your glory. 
-Celtic Benediction 

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