Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Baptism of Jesus, Yr C)

(Luke 3: 15-17, 21-22)

River of God’s grace,
       where will you touch us this morning?
Through whom, river of grace,
       will you pour out today?
May all God’s children know
       your gift of acceptance.
And may all who seek that strength
       taste the fullness of joy.

Dove of the Spirit,
       where are you flying this morning?
On whom, Spirit Dove,
       will you rest today?
May all God’s children know
       the peace of your presence.
And may all who bow in prayer
       feel the wingbeats of joy.

God who is love,
       where will you speak this morning?
In whom, God of love,
       will your voice ring today?
May all your children know
       their call to be loving.
And may all who respond in faith
       share the good news of joy.

Jesus our Lord,
       where will you lead us this morning?
As whom, Christ our Lord,
       will we leave here today?
May all God’s children know
       the new life of the river.
And celebrate its blessings
       on our way toward joy.

Copyright © 2016 by Andrew King


Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Baptism Of Jesus, Yr. B)

(Mark 1: 4-11)

See the wings shine.

The wings are the bright colour
of the morning of that first day
when light burst out of darkness,
the darkness of the void that was
the emptiness of the world
before God gave to it life;
that first day that was born
as God’s Spirit moved
and chaos was transformed by love.
The wings shine with the radiance of joy.

See the dove descend.

It is gentle as the touch
of the hand of love
that embraces a newborn child.
It is vibrant with the power
of the breath of the Spirit that
moved over the waters of creation.
In its breast beats the heart
that pulses with the grace
that is life from God eternal.
The dove descends with the fullness of joy.

Hear the voice of the heavens.

Hear the voice that spoke
from time’s beginning
declaring the goodness of creation.
Hear the word proclaimed
that speaks to all of time
the goodness of God’s Beloved.
Hear the voice as it sings
to all hearts that listen
God’s intention to bless the world.
It resounds with the exuberance of joy.

Attend to the wings that shine upon us,
to the dove that descends here among us,
to the voice that sings to our hearts.
Then follow, by grace
to a future that is joy.

Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Epiphany 1; The Baptism of Jesus)


(MATTHEW 3: 13-17)

He takes the light that dances on the flowing surface of the water.
He takes the dancing water that is filled with the flowing light.
He has waded into the river that is umbilical with life.
He is waist deep in the life that flows umbilical through the river.

He stands with the man whose words are pitchers of grace and light.
Stands with the man whose grace is like life, like a flowing river.
He fills his pitcher with the water, with the light, with the flow of life.
He pours it over the man waist deep with him in the water.

Grace descends, glittering, like wings unfurling in the air.
The air shimmers, it dances with sound, sounds of the river
flowing, the water pouring, the men breathing; the light glittering,
grace flooding, the wings beating, words surfacing: God’s son.

He hears, he sees, he is soaked in the sound and the light and the water.
He rejoices in the gift of it, he rejoices in the grace, in the one
who is standing there with him in the water.
For he knows that all of it is goodness. That all is a new beginning.
That all of it is part of God’s river.

Copyright © 2014 by Andrew King