Tag: Psalms

The Rant

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.

Amen.
rant

“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

A prayer written to serve my agnostic friends

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A prayer inspired by the 63rd Psalm

 

To the God whom we suspect is present though unseen

because we have come to our limit, like one walking through an empty home

And yet, something acts outside and within.

Like the sound of children playing in the street and the phone that rings,

something beyond ourselves both causes and responds.

And though we believe we are masters of our own space

We find this is too small a power to be all there is to know.

Having put all our hope in our own self, we are robbed of better strength

And a greater love.

There is something which draws us from the lonely house to know who it is who lives beyond our walls.

So we confess, it is Your goodness that makes us alive to hope.

We confess that something we cannot name or explain makes us long to be with the others who live close and the One who created this community.

To the God whom we suspect is present though unseen

Help us. Protect us from the dangers we are unaware of that lurk outside our walls.

Save us from isolation. Rescue us from the arrogance that keeps us alone in an empty house;

An empty house which you must have built. For I live here, but I confess, I have no tools.

When we find the courage to call out to You, hear us. Help us.

In silence, we wait for your knock upon our lonely door.

Be our teacher. Be our friend.

Amen.