The gift of being is lonely
The urge to care and be cared for is dangerous
The connection draws us together and pushes us apart
We have come together to be,
To rise above the loneliness for a time.
To be there not for only me,
To be for the community -
The gift of being is lonely, but we have friends.
Sunday 17 September 2017
Thursday 7 September 2017
Prayers of the people
The rage of a summer hot and dry, lingers on
Smoke from a thousand hungry fires fills air
and heaven
Hear us, O Lord, we need your rain to quench
us
The rage of a winter - too warm lingers on
Water from a thousand clouds drowning island
and homes
Hear us, O Lord, we need your sun to dry us
The rage of grievance a thousand years old
linger on
Dead from a thousand "justified" killings
desolate field and plain
Hear us, O Lord, we need your peace to crush
us
The rage of a heart set free, lingers on
Tears from a thousand caresses from heaven to
earth
Hear us, O Lord, we need your mercy
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