Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Pentecost +3, Yr C)

(1 Kings 17: 17-24)

“The Lord listened to the voice of Elijah”

Where are you now, Elijah, while
children of the poor grow ill
with hunger and fear and hopelessness?

Where are you now while women widowed
by war and crime and disease
cry out in despair?

Where are you now, Elijah, while
our fevered world drifts in the grip
of deathly powers of greed?

Where are you now while dreams of justice
grow cold upon beds of pain?

Let your voice be heard again,
O prophet of passionate praying.

Let it crack with compassion for the ones
who shed the blood-hot tears of grief.

Let it shake with rage at the halls of power
so deafened to others’ need.

Let it rise like a shout of joy for the work
of love that brings hope and healing.

Let the words of life ring out again,
O prophet, and in your speaking
may we know that it is our voice you use,
our voice for which God is listening.

Copyright ©2016 by Andrew King

Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Pentecost +24, Yr B)

(1 Kings 17: 8-24; Mark 12: 38-44)

Where are you now, Elijah?
Where are the jars of meal and the jugs of oil
that will not run out of resources?
Where are you now among the widows
desperate with fear and hunger;
where are you now among the children
who must struggle just for survival;
where are you now, Elijah,
among the homeless and the helpless of the world?

Were you there with the disciples, Elijah,
watching gifts go into the treasury,
watching a lonely widow sacrifice
all that she had for living,
watching her place her life and future
in the hands of God?

I see where you are, Jesus:
I see you laying down your life for others,
I see you giving your body to be broken,
I see God in you, holding back nothing –
holding back nothing like
a sacrificing widow,
holding back nothing like
a jug of poured oil –
I see God who is willing to give everything
for the sake of the salvation of the world.

I hear your call to us, as God called Elijah,
to go to the sad and despairing;
I see you showing us, as you showed
your disciples,
the sacrifices made by the caring;
I hear you calling us to be part of giving
all that we are
for the sake of your future,
all that we have
for your love for the world.

O, pour us out, God, Holy Giver.
Pour us out, like unending love.

Copyright © 2015 by Andrew King