Love Power, take charge. Resound
in every room and corridor today.
Pure Love, You alone quench our urgent thirst.
You respond promptly to teachers’ pleas,
pastors’ prayers, parents’ appeals
with life-transforming mercy and grace.
Sovereign Love, You validate
devoted, bribe-free public servants.
Supreme Love, You infuse us with Joy.
Your Holy Peace holds us steady
from Sunday to Sunday, persistent,
always patiently resisting
ravagers of Your Creation.
Love Personified, Choreographer
of the New Creation, we worship You!
Weary of warring factions
within, without, we are too
tired, too conflicted to
decide what’s worth doing and
whether any candidate
or cause merits our support.
Yet Your Shalom remains our goal.
Each day’s blessings increase belief:
someone’s always interceding;
angels must be intervening;
close calls with cars yield sweet phone calls
telling miracles of timing.
Fighters falter but Love keeps us
firmly grounded. Hear us, Master:
crown Your servant leaders’ efforts.
Dawn to dusk Love’s Divine Volumes
draw Imagine Nation’s inhabitants
across celestial expanses
into ancient ever renewable
revelations. We revel in
brilliant sunset sights and sunrise insights;
Illumine Nation becomes our home.
Skies unveil Your masterpieces–
ever singing day-song, night-song….
Scripture’s truth, like nature’s order
steadies every reeling spirit.
Deadness slithers across our spirits.
We are zombies, paltry not grand
parents, sure we’ll never be great grand.
Daytime sleepwalkers, we are plagued,
bitten, beaten, itchy. We feel
our way, step by stumbling step, day
by disjointed day with fleeting views.
You expunge our dread of failure.
In silence beyond disappointment
we step off problem-solving treadmills
to apply Your healing ointments:
breezes, outdoor sounds and scents, rhythms
of breath, heartbeat, pulse and footstep.
Listening Love is here, now, everywhere!
Fleeing wildfire smoke, daughter and grandsons
ride and wait and fly and wait and fly and
ride to grandma’s home. Can a one or six
year-old bond with grandparents in two weeks?
Will free range daughter revisit mother
church? Will her sons ever see grandma’s joy?
Divine Mediator, You understand
our common and uncommon frustrations.
Holy Parent, may we hear each other’s
heart songs: show us what drives us, what divides.
Wise Gentle Judge, pardon our rash actions;
end jargon-loaded argument cycles.
Dissolve family food fight follies. Grant us
a hearing, God. You see our true motives.
Fifteen assorted people/ from a DC church/ live together for a week/ in a Jersey church.
Forming worksite service teams/ each day they labor/ indoors and out/ rebuilding superstorm ravaged homes.
Conversations arise,/ community happens/ around tables, in cars/ and at odd moments.
Spirit, hover close:/ keep us under cover, Master./ Our work is worthless/ without Your leading. Your Counsel lights our night musings.
How to keep focus on You,
knowing You focus on us,
One asks the birds each morning;
two encourage each other,
transparent, without mean streaks;
three discern Your new invite.
Roomfuls treasure Love’s presence.
Great Spirit, who is welcome in Your
Secret Place? Who is at home there?
These humble, brave souls cannot be
swayed by vileness or violence.
What a beautiful, solid life!
Sarcastic cynics, we delete
your expletives. Godless, heartless
exploiters, earth-wreckers, get lost!
Though crooks bulldoze poor people’s dreams
God’s Live Word resurrects vision,
spurs action toward Earth’s renewal!
Let the festive singing begin.
Love dances forth, Partners Worldwide,
A Rocha International:
one movement leads to another.
Old becomes new: joyous, gentle,
generous Genesis Love streams
patient, faithful, Holy Love through
history with passion-powered Peace-
making Love from prophet poets.
Glorious, Gracious Gospel Love
inspires our ever-growing Life.
How many more rapes,
How much more hate, anger,
revenge, abuse, violence?!
No way we can pray it away.
Healer, Unifier, Reconciler,
we can’t conjure You up, need to see You!
Where are You, Love?
When will every eye see You?
Through tears we start to realize Your Peace,
in smiles visualize Your Joy.
Mercy, God, how much longer?
When, if ever, will we see You?
Yet we trust Your loving power,
divine, ever-close Friend.
Everywhere in all times wordy rivals
erect towers of deceitful babble.
Money masks petty parasites. Spiteful
debaters pitch hot air campaign balloons.
Everyone’s words are empty–
bloated untruths, glazed with sweet talk.
Your Word gleams like sun on ice,
pure as baby’s first teardrop.
God, welcome us to Your deep breath silence
where Your vibrant Love Word will render us
immune to venom, healed to heal others
with gently voiced words that spark kind actions.