by Mark Jarman
It must be easy to preach a sermon nowadays — A friend
Sermons are easy, Turgid or breezy,
When everything goes wrong
Every scripture Leads on to rapture,
When doom has struck its gong.
When towers are falling
And muezzins are calling,
It’s simple to kneel and pray.
A message will come
To the deaf and the dumb
In an easygoing way
When nothing is certain,
Up goes the curtain
Where the inner sanctum lurks
And everyone sees
The forest and trees,
The treason and the clerks.
And so every creature
Turns to the preacher
For the meaning of it all.
And a couple of cents
Can be sheer eloquence
When the highest powers fall.
God of Hope and Peace:
Be near us.
Guard our hearts. Guard our minds. Guide our deeds.
a morning prayer
Come near, Spirit of God, and listen. Listen closely.
Listen to my whispered words, my angry rants, my quiet conversations.
Consider all the ways my mind searches for reason.
Give thought to every way my heart reaches out for purpose and meaning.
Let every thought and uttered syllable come to you, as a cry for hope, peace, mercy and help.
Let every impulsive word be my prayer. Let my careful words be a psalm.
This is how I make my prayer, in busy mornings on hectic days.
Just like this: my voice, with every inflection, however it is heard, will come to you.
In the morning, you hear me.
Stay tuned. There will be a lot more to come.
Thanks for listening.
It’s good to know someone is.
“Give ear to my words, O Lord; give thought to my heart-searchings. Let the voice of my cry come to you, my King and my God; for to you will I make my prayer. My voice will come to you in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I send my prayer to you, and keep watch.” Psalm 5:3