Simply Lent 2…

Young child on Ukrainian train (Omaha World Hearld)

each day in this season I am aware of the comfort and peace surrounding me and my loved ones. More acutely aware of this comfort as I watch, in horror, at the war unfolding before us. When there are no words, I give thanks for prayers offered by others, such as this prayer by Steven Charleston—-

Let my heart be a shield, Spirit of Mercy, that with every breath I take, I am praying for this madness of a war to be ended. Let your justice prevail, but first let the power of your love be released on the thousands who need your help. The mothers and children, the elders, the fragile ones and the fearless ones: open the doors of your grace wide to receive them, Spirit. Give wisdom and integrity to those who lead in us in every land. Let each of us do our part in this sad and longing hour, that future generations see how love is never absent, even in the deepest conflict. Do not let sacrifice go unnoticed or valor ever be forgotten. Let my heart be a shield, let it cover the ones in danger, let it protect the innocent. Do not let my words be in vain, Great Spirit, but quickly gather your people, gather them in your strong arms. Bishop Steven Charleston

Morning prayer

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, savor you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.

 


Quote: Mary Jean Irion
Image: Pinterest

the sun sets on 2020…

 

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

 

 


Poem: Alfred Lord Tennyson
Image: Dave Allen – North Carolina Great Smoky Mountains Sunset, Cherokee NC

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