Posts Tagged: Prayer

Happy Easter!

I desired you in the night

With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee early.

De nuit je t’ai désiré de toute mon âme, et dès le point du jour je te rechercherai de mon esprit.

Med min sjel lengtes jeg efter dig om natten, og med min ånd søkte jeg dig.

Isaiah 26:9

How is Good Friday good?

Because we remember an act of love,
Not resignation but freedom to accept hatred and its consequences
We believe that this hatred does not win in the end.
Because it cannot destroy love.

Johnny Cash: “Redemption”

The Coming – R S Thomas

We celebrate spring’s returning – Leunig

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Dear God,

We celebrate spring’s returning and the rejuvenation of the natural world.
Let us be moved by this vast and gentle insistence that goodness shall return,
that warmth and life shall succeed.
Help us to understand our place in this miracle.
Let us see that as a bird now builds its nest, bravely,
with bits and piece, so we must build human faith.
It is our simple duty;
it is the highest art;
it is our natural and vital role within the miracle of spring;
the creation of faith.

Amen

Michael Leunig When I Talk to You: A Cartoonist Talks to God

Prayer – Carol Ann Duffy

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child’s name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio’s prayer –
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

Carol Ann Duffy

Epiphanie : La gâlette des Rois

We saw his star in the east.

“We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him” Matthew 2: 2

Ascension Day

Ascension

We saw his light break through the cloud of glory
Whilst we were rooted still in time and place
As earth became a part of Heaven’s story
And heaven opened to his human face.
We saw him go and yet we were not parted
He took us with him to the heart of things
The heart that broke for all the broken-hearted
Is whole and Heaven-centred now, and sings,
Sings in the strength that rises out of weakness,
Sings through the clouds that veil him from our sight,
Whilst we ourselves become his clouds of witness
And sing the waning darkness into light,
His light in us, and ours in him concealed,
Which all creation waits to see revealed .

Malcolm Guite.

Manchester

Cathedral Gardens, artist Melanie Jackson