Why has thou forsaken me”
I come to Your cross,
solemn and fearing.
In Your pain,
have You forgotten us?
Are You too busy
restoring Your life
and forgetting ours?
You are our savior,
but we feel abandoned.
In this covid pandemic,
I fear for myself,
for my family,
for my friends,
for all others.
With death all around
can You heal us?
As You healed Lazarus?
As You healed yourself?
I pray for forgiveness;
I pray for relief from loneliness;
I pray for guidance;
I pray for love.
Gifts
God has blessed me
with the heart of a teacher.
I sustain the weary
with my prayerful words.
I stand with others
in our struggles,
in our damaged society.
Let us persevere
on the race before us
to live in the glory
and light of God.
Songs of Moses, Jesus, Martin
Moses sings,
“I will sing to the Lord.”
Listen, follow
God’s words
Manna from heaven.
Believe, forgive
Jesus on the cross
Forgives and cries
“why have you forsaken me.”
Martin prays
“I have a dream.”
Live in God’s light,
follow and listen,
forgive and believe,
live and love.
This is all that is asked;
sing and dream
God does not abandon.
She lives within us . . .
always
A simple prayer
You brought me
from my mother’s womb
to serve my brothers
and my sisters.
At times, I ignore
Your message
and follow
my own path.
All this time,
You are the rock
of my refuge,
but I do not recognize You
in the shadows.
For many years,
I lived outside
of your protective fortress.
You brought me
into the light,
allowing me
to again become
a child of Your light.
I am no longer trying to hide from You.
As You brought the Israelites
From Egypt,
from the horrid slavery
of the Pharaoh,
through the Holy Spirit,
you free me
from the spiritual slavery
of modern society.
I fill my lips
with your praise,
with your glory
for the remainder
of my days.
Glory Revealed
nature surrounds with beauty
a snow-capped mount
a river-blessed valley
every inch exalted
a regal condor sharing fresh air
with a tiny garden gnat
a kingly elephant
trembling from a stinging bee
a blue whale balleting
with a school of anchovies
every creature blessed
from a tiny atom
to a massive Jupiter
all share in being blessed
why do we destroy
the glory revealed
Poor in Spirit
“In the beginning was the Word,
And the Word was with God.”
He was born into poverty,
and with the poor He toils.
His spirit is eternity,
no beginning, no end.
His light shines within us,
bringing comfort and grace.
We cry to him from the depths
of our depression and our plight.
We are poor in spirit,
except when we find
His presence in our lives.
Covid-19
Be glad and rejoice
Fear not this Covid
for God hears our voice
ever since the time of David
We are promised life eternal
A concept hard to grab
But God is our internal
We are His Hansom cab
We trust in You, O Lord
Our lives are in your hand
We are of Your accord
As we walk Your holy land
Deliver us from harm
From enemies far and near
Embrace us in Your arms
We are Your volunteers
Be gracious to us now
For we are in distress
We waste away in sorrow
This virus does progress
We live under its scheme
We are its broken vessel
But we walk along Your beam
And in Your love, we nestle
Your Goodness Abounds
Your blessings are many.
We share the wisdom given freely.
We are just one creature on Your earth.
You have given us the seas, great, wide, fruitful.
You have blessed the earth with your fullness.
We feed from Your seas and Your earth,
but we are not good shepherds,
destroying all in our paths.
Still, you open Your hands,
filling us with goodness.
You are loving and forgiving;
we come to your presence
asking for your light to shine.
Grant that heaven is truly within;
guide us to restore;
Your earth, Your seas, Your life-giving air
that we may again rejoice
in your plentiful world.
Batter my Heart, Dear God;
I am broken by life.
I live to be the rock for others,
but I fail to share Your gifts.
My body is weakened,
captive to society’s commands.
My every breath is consumed
by the desire of others.
Am I helping, O God?
are my efforts to aid
Destroyed by avarice?
Can I restore my soul
And pleasing to your eyes?
I knock on your door
But I get no response.
I am betrothed to your grace
and embraced by your breath.
My love for you is all consuming,
yet life makes me doubt your presence.
Great Father, I ask forgiveness
as I try to rise and stand without You.
Please enthrall my battered heart.
Gethsemane
Went to the garden
with three of his own;
wanted their strength,
his misery hath grown.
Fell on his face,
“Father, if it be possible,
let this pass from me;”
was so alone in God’s grace
agony had gripped this sacred plea
Returned to find the three asleep,
“Can you not watch with me?”
Is this vigil so hard to keep?
Then leaves the three.
“Father, I drink it, thy will be done.”
The three still slept; he was alone.
He prayed for forgiveness not strife;
and walked into pain.
He prayed for strength in his short life,
but walked into death with nothing to gain.
In three days, he rose.
defeating all deaths.
And as everyone knows,
it’s God’s gifts He bequeaths.
Meditating to Heal 