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PRAYER
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God-with-us
in this waiting time.
Beyond, the glimmer of Christmas.
Behind, the glamour of New Year.
Passed, the epiphany of the Magi.
Packed away in boxes of tissue,
the suspirations of the shepherds
are silent now, askew the angel
safely swaddled by the balsa wood baby.
Outside,
winter’s last blast chills and shivers
leaving us fearful in the darklins.
For why and whom do we now wait?
Your Son is born and lives, with-us-now
Emmanuel!
Furth of the February ireside,
in the land of mountains and sea
the streams welter and wonder.
In the hazel and the pine woods
The stores of the rory futterett* diminish
For all is in lux, ancient rites
no longer cloud our brows
stilling the hands of the conquistadors.
Candlemass creeps in.
Forgive,
our posturing and power games
our divisions and discriminations
lift us from the slough of fear
and faithlessness and grant us,
Peace.
That in this poverty of days
Love will pierce the darkness
ofering hope that will Spring into
Life,
towards Easter again
in every heart and hearth
through every nation
across the world
and into eternity.
Amen.
*red squirrel
This article appears in the February 2019 Issue of Life and Work
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This article appears in the February 2019 Issue of Life and Work