O God’s whose returning we anticipate
with our hearts hardening
while your heart must be surely breaking.
It must break your heart to see the ones you love
Killing one another
How you refrain from wiping us clear off the earth
And starting over
Is beyond us
This must be what grace is,
or at least what it means for
you to be a giver of grace;
to continue loving us
from the millions of shards into which
we have surely broken your heart.
We do not even think for a moment
that there be any good news
from 14 more lives taken senselessly.
We do however cling to the good news that
no force of hell can ever separate us from your love.
As was proclaimed in the birth of Jesus –
a light shines in the darkness and the darkness did not overcome it.
As we find ourselves in the midst of this season of Holy Waiting
Please – a glimmer
if only a glimmer of this light
to keep our hearts open to the ancient prophecy
that their / our children shall learn war no more.
If we could see just the glimmer
there would be enough light that we could -
as Mary once did -
say ‘Yes’ to the possibility of
a world changing force of light and love
Coming to us.
Coming through us.
Or perhaps, I hate to say it out loud
But perhaps our hearts have not been thoroughly broken.
Although they feel fragile as ever.
Perhaps we need to learn from you
How to live out of our sufficiently broken hearts.
How to live from a different place.
Maybe if we could toss all the shards out on the table
Like broken Christmas ornaments
For all to see
Maybe it would give us the courage to weep
To be prophetic
To show up
To be vulnerable
To believe there is more
Maybe we would begin to invest ourselves
In some new securities.
Not the ones we can control
Not securities governed by legislation
Not securities driven by fear
But by securities held up by your promises
For an alternative future
One which surpasses what we are able to imagine.
And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.
Do not fear.
These are the words and these are the promises.
Blessed are we who believe there will be a fulfillment.
Blessed are we who in this time of Holy Waiting
Can believe that we are in the Advent of a great emergence
Blessed are we whose broken hearts
will be transformed into wholeness
with a great capacity to love and to believe
Speaking peace into the world’s chaos.
As we wait
To bring peace to our violence
and wholeness to our brokenness