“Spirit stirring waters free”

Cypress_Swamp_modified_Jan_Kronsell

The cypress knees, God,
I see bright from my window,

the bay waters rising
from gold into blue,

like prayers I make you
slow or soon,

rising into
a moss-draped moon.

Can you answer me
from there,

crossing the gulf
to where I am?

Can you not hear
our plea, this prayer,

help us, God,
this wrestling to stand!

Cool us, God,
in the heat
of the fray,

taste,
and see,
and remember
how good

to walk
this earth,
this water
with you!

You,
our God,
who once
called us on,

come again,
and re-make us
yours.

______

(Invocation for Sunday of Luke 18:1-18, by WB Jones,
alternate “uplanders” (tamarack) version also available, at
Gifts in Open Hands,” ed. Maren Tirabassi, 2013)
_______

(photo Jan Kronsell, Creative Commons)

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