We're in the 4th Sunday of Lent. It's the worst of times perhaps with scarcity and longing both greater now than ever. A prayer:
When we leave only footprints in
the dust
of journeys we have taken
and the echo of our story lies
tired
and forgotten
when the moments that make up our
living
become fragments discarded by the
world
blow through the dust
listen through the echo
re-sculpt the fragments
O God
that we may know our worth to you
and may we believe
we are worth the journey
Jesus takes
May we find heaven in the dust
your word in the echoes
may among the fragments, crumbs of bread and shimmers of wine
and know we are in good company
sacred company
among those who find heaven
everywhere
seekers of justice
pilgrims of love
believers of resurrection
that finds grace in the dust and
alleluias (still silent)
but long
and hope
and wait
for gardens and dawn
of milk and honey after
wilderness years
promise renewed and covenant
restored
of long days folded in hope
of visions in the gray
of trust in the pain
of flowers in the desert
of kingdom moments in the tired
hours
of your presence in all our
living
may footprints leave a promise
for others to follow
echoes repeat the ancient longing
for grace
and the fragments of our lives be
embraced by heaven, always
so be it
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