Beloved Bewildering: Prayer

Friday, May 21, 2010

Prayer

Oh, God! Where has my calm gone?
I fall on my knees shouting
WHO AM I???
Who am I, my God??
Am I touch? Kiss? An ear?
Am I a pulpit? A letter? A word?
Am I a heart, broken and whole?
God, I lose my form sometimes and don't know who I am.
I feel lost with nothing to hold onto.
Who am I, my God? Who am I?

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If You Look at the Stars by Aaron Zeitlin

Praise Me, says God, and I will know that you love Me.

Curse Me, says God, and I will know that you love Me.

Praise Me or curse Me,

And I will know that you love Me.

Sing out My graces, says God.

Raise your fist against Me and revile, says God.

Sing out graces or revile,

Reviling is also a kind of praise, says God.

But if you sit fenced off in your apathy, says God,

If you sit entrenched in, "I don't give a hang," says God,

If you look at the stars and yawn,

If you se suffering and don't cry out,

If you don't praise and you don't revile,

Then I created you in vain, says God.

Sermon ideas- please contribute!

Through Fearness
don't rush the resurrection- letting death have it's space
How are you? cultural fear of intimacy
newborn babies- human need of attention
conviction and complexity- James Luther Adams
Mother's Day, anti-war day
Moths need the struggle of leaving their cocoon in order to fly and be free.
"Poo?" said Piglet. "Yes," said Poo. "Nothing," said Piglet. "I just wanted to be sure of you."
"God's well"- how animals don't harm each other at the water hole
Sleep
Ground Hog Day and being afraid of your shadow