Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Pentecost +22, Yr C)

OLD WOMAN
(Luke 18: 1-8)

Here you come again, old woman,
holding your hands out in pleading,
your worn hands, your wrinkled fingers

that have endured through such long holding,
holding the broken-hearted,
your back bent to carry their burdens,

your face so lined with compassion,
your eyes so calm yet piercing,
gazing steadily into our own

as again you plead your case to us,
asking us for justice for your little ones,
for the suffering and for the powerless,

for the hungry and hopeless and fearful,
pleading with us to enact the mercy
that fills your own heart forever,

while we in the robes of our self-importance
examine all our options,
consider our many excuses,

consider perhaps an adjournment
to get ourselves a coffee,
to look up the legal loopholes,

but unable to get you out of our minds,
you with your stubborn persistence,
your dogged determination,

your unwillingness to be silent or to let us go
until we, too,
have been saved.

Copyright ©2016 by Andrew King

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Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Pentecost +2, Yr C)

A PRAYER
(1 Kings 8: 22-23, 41-43, Luke 7: 1-10)

Come through the doors of our house, Lord.
Let us admit you whether we feel
        worthy or unworthy,
             holy or sinful,
                 faithful or wavering.
Come through the doors of our house just the same.

Come to the house of our hearts, Lord,
        our searching hearts, our contented hearts,
             our caring, giving, loving hearts,
                  our needy, angry, anxious hearts,
come to the house of our hearts in joy or pain.

Come to the house of our days, Lord,
        our happy days, our hurting days,
             our bitter days, our bright days,
                  our struggling, sorrowing, sad days,
come to the house of our days in sun or in rain.

Come to the house of our world, Lord,
        our wondrous world, our wounded world,
             our teeming world, our tortured world,
                  our singing, shouting, crying world,
come to the house of our world, and let us be changed.

Copyright ©2016 by Andrew King

Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Epiphany 5, Yr B)

AND THERE HE PRAYED
(Mark 1: 29-39)

In the darkness, light:
enfolding him, embracing him,
as we are embraced and enfolded
in our prayer.

In the emptiness, presence:
meeting him, receiving him,
as we are met and received
in our prayer.

In the stillness, peace:
nourishing him, refreshing him,
as we are refreshed and nourished
in our prayer.

In the spaciousness, listening:
hearing him, affirming him,
as we are heard and affirmed
in our prayer.

In the sacredness, calling:
beckoning him, directing him,
as we are directed and beckoned
in our prayer.