Prayers of the people – For, Be, Live
Written on a florist shop window in Brunswick Street, Fitzroy is the following quote by writer and philosopher Albert Camus:
“In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer”
God of all,
Light of our winter days,
Meet us here and embrace our prayers, we ask.
For the earth in all its beauty:
for open, azure skies;
for the watercolour brushstrokes of pale sunset;
for winds that chill as if to sharpen our sense of being alive,
and the hint of spring on days of unexpected warmth…
For the dreams we dream for a better world that might match its beauty –
sustain us in our hope we pray.
For lives shattered by earthquakes this week;
for those touched by loss and grief from burning wildfires;
for countries broken by corrupt elections
the promise of a new day, shattered;
Be present in the hands of those who heal and restore;
who work for peace and struggle beside the poor for justice and dignity;
erode the vain pride of the powerful by your restless spirit of goodness and right.
Here are our hands- use them, we pray
Be present in your church:
in our shared communion of love;
in our hearts of good intent;
in our rooms of debate, reasoned and unreasoned and all too human,
be the clear and present spirit of compassion.
Be our freedom, when challenged by temptation;
Be our North Star;
Be our guiding light;
Be our refuge when courage fails us
And the quiet voice that calls us out and on and into the journey once more
We are your church, lead us, we pray.
Love among us, here in our community, here in this place
Live your peace through us so that others see light in darkness:
alive in the small silent minutes of our mornings,
and the exhausted hours of day’s end;
alive in the distant echo of a skateboard’s wheels,
the excited chatter of children on their way home from school,
the comfort of a cuppa.
riding the coughs that plague us, the news that flattens us,
The tomorrows that ‘might be’ that distract us;
yet you move within us and happiness creeps under our door,
A slip of light, a warming glow, a knowing – an ‘invincible summer’.
This is our lot, our life, our little box of days and dreams of ‘all sorts’,
But we ‘don’t forget who we belong to’.
and, our God, as present as the scent of a fresh-baked loaf,
we are thankful.
Living bread, leaven of life,
rise within us.
Peter McKinnon, 5/8/18, Pentecost 11