You might have heard it before. I have. I wrote it. I recorded myself speaking it. Yet listening to it once again, in this season, hits me anew. So it seems worth sharing. May we slow down, and attend to His heart in the midst of all these things…
Tag: poetry
a thanksgiving poem.
Political streamers swept up from the floor
The leaves have almost all fallen
Some are preparing a quiet meal in
Others have family calling
Just before lights begin to twinkle
Before the garlands are hung
Before the sleigh bells are heard in the distance
Before any carols are sung
This week we pause, in advance of Advent
Giving thanks to Jesus for it all
The highs and the lows, He is here with us
Available whenever we call
So ask, on behalf of all those who gather
Seek, in the midst of your quiet
Knock, on the door of His Spirit today
You will, by His grace, be blessed by it
Remember there is, just beneath the surface
God’s Kingdom yet to be discovered
Revealed each time His Love is chosen
Especially toward those who are “othered”
So many face sickness, loss, or anxiety
Yet each day still passes to more
Know you are Loved by our Heavenly Father
Each moment with you, He adores
“Lord, we are thankful for all You have given
And all You have promised to do
In a world filled with changes each season
We draw near, abiding in You.”
Wisdom of Elihu
If you’ve been reading the lectionary passages this past week, you’ve been reading a lot of Job. It’s an apropos reminder, as we finally begin to hear from Elihu, of the cacophony of voices shouting over one another in our political spheres. Each voice attempting to present their own wise perspective, or slam the faulty perspectives of their opponent. When the friends of Job finally seem to have exhausted their words, young Elihu steps forward in Job 32:1-22. Here is a poem I wrote in response, found in my books of poetry in response to the lectionary readings…
How many more Elihu
Have building pressure within?
Waiting, in this noisy world
For silence to begin
As the loudest voices argue
Or share their pompous views
While the powerless remain so
And the injured are abused
While the indebted remain bound by debt
Or hunger in their pangs
While so many search for wisdom
Only the noise remains
Yet Lord, may pressure build even now
May Elihu not keep quiet
On behalf of those in power
And those in suffering by it
May those with your heart burst to speak
No longer keeping silent
May healing come to those injured
And peace where some are violent
May I release the Word You give
The Love that flesh becomes
May Your Reign revealed through such Words
Cast out all false kingdoms
(Amen.)
words from wick 