Found another gem to share…
I cannot speak,
unless you loose my tongue;
I can only stammer,
and speak with uncertainty;
but if you touch my mouth,
my Lord,
then I will sing the story
of your wonders!
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Teach me to hear that story,
through each person,
to cradle a sense of wonder
in their life,
to honor the hard-earned wisdom
of their sufferings,
to waken their joy
that the king of all kings
stoops down
to wash their feet
and looking up
into their face
says,
‘I know – I understand’.
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This world has become
a world of broken dreams
where dreamers are hard to find
and friends are few.
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Lord, be the gatherer of our dreams.
You set the countless stars in place,
and found room for each of them to shine.
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You listen for us in your heaven-bright hall,
Open our mouths to tell our tales of wonders.
Teach us again the greatest story ever;
The one who made the worlds
became a little, helpless child,
then grew to be a carpenter
with dark-seeing eyes.
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In time, the Carpenter began to travel,
in every village challenging the people
to leave behind their selfish ways,
be washed in living water,
and let God be their king.
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The ordinary people crowded round him
frightened to miss
a word that he was speaking.
bringing their friends, their children,
all the sick and tired,
so everyone could meet him,
everyone be touched and given life.
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Some religious people were embarrassed
– they did not like the company he kept,
and never knew just what He would do next.
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He said,
“How dare you wrap God up
in good behavior,
and tell the poor
they should be like you?
How can you live at ease
with riches and success
while those I love go hungry
and are oppressed?
It really is for such a time as this
that I was given breath.”
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– From Celtic Daily Prayer
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