Prayer

From within the ancient longing May we hear the more ancient cry:

“Prepare…”

In the long promise hurtling towards us May we hear the longer echo:

“Emmanuel…”

From the old distance of the prophets May we hear the yet older poem: “Magnificat…”

Ancient God, May you gather together the Good News: The shards of promise;

The slivers of story;

The scraps of song;

Scattered across our faith, And culture, And denominations, And fit them together Anew Into this fresh moment Of holy retelling, Of sacred Kintsugi*, Of golden joinery, Bringing the pieces together And finding incarnation Where the edges touch:

Gabriel to Mary, Hope to promise Silence to song, Waiting to wonder, Angel to shepherds, Manger to world.

The pieces of nativity Falling into place, Reformed and reimagined For today.

Through the brokenness of the world May we find your advent resin: “Peace…”

*Kintsugi is the ancient Japanese art of repairing broken bowls with gold. The cracks are still there but more beautiful in being so.