31Dec 2021-2022 – Give Thanks and Live In Hope

Give Thanks and Live In Hope

God of the Seasons, and lover of the ages, master of the moment,
You are beyond time yet within all time.
We return to you what you have given to us –
the moments, the minutes, the hours, the days,
the weeks, the months and the year of 2021.

Time has been good to us again,
and we thank you for freely giving us these human bodies,
these events and these relationships.
We have lived another year and we have died another year,
and you are soon giving us the beginning of another.

We now hand over to you the past year,
With all that it gave us and all it took from us,
knowing all are necessary, just like our breath.
We trust you in both the giving and the taking,
the inhaling and the exhaling.

May every breath of 2022 be a breath of the Holy Spirit,
joyfully received and joyfully returned,
beginning with this one right now.
Amen.

(Richard Rohr)

One Response

  1. Kevin Walters

    Give Thanks and Live In Hope

    Father
    I wondered out from know not where
    My spirit as the clear morn air
    With glint of morning light, I was your delight
    I danced with the morning breeze, played the leaves upon the trees
    The grass was my pleasured bed the flowers feathered for my head
    The clouds were but my cloak, my face shone with the sun
    I was your lover I was your son
    I was Adam before the deed
    I was the tree the sky the breeze
    I was the garden I was Eve you the Sower and I the seed
    The blackbird entered the wondrous tree in dry branch entwined he
    With yellow eye and crack of wing all was lost nothing still
    I had become as separate thing
    Your seed polluted by that black squawking, squealing, squeaky thing
    I heard you weeping for your son Oh! loving Father what I done
    On broken branch, I entered time in downward spin
    Tumbling bush fly and weed, polluted seed and sprouting horn into spike and thorn I was born

    “Father”, You the Breeze followed with the morning dew, promising to make all anew
    Before the day was done you would again embrace your son
    You nailed your own heart to a dry piece of wood
    Bleeding profusely droplets of precious love
    Tenderly watering your seeds of love
    Blessing the heart that willingly receives that heart too shall surely bleed, scattering fly and weed
    Father, I am the new watered seed, lifting me gently with your breeze
    The husk shall fall and I shall run with squint of light gleam of morning delight
    Tossing feathered flowers from my head
    Lifting my cloak from my dewy pleasured bed
    Skipping and dancing with the breeze
    Frolicking the leaves, hovering above the trees
    Again I am Adam also Eve
    In the garden with the breeze, with the bright glance of the morning sun
    “Father” your song is sung.
    kevin your brother
    In Christ