You God who terrified the waters,
who crashed your
thunder,
who shook the
earth, and
scared the wits
out of chaos.
You God who with strong arm saved
your people
by miracle and
wonder and majestic act.
You are the same God to whom we
turn,
we turn in our
days of trouble,
and in our weary
nights;
we look for
steadfast love and are dismayed,
we wait for your
promises, but wait in fatigue,
we ponder your
forgetfulness and lack of compassion,
and we grow
silent.
Our lives, addressed to you,
have this
bitter-sweet taste of
loud-clashing
miracles and weak-kneed doubt.
So we come in our
bewilderment and wonderment,
deeply trusting,
almost afraid to trust much,
passionately
insisting, too timid to insist much,
fervently hoping,
exhausted for hoping too much.
Look upon us in our deep need,
mark the wounds of
our brothers and sisters just here,
notice the turmoil
in our lives, and the lives of our families,
credit the
incongruity of the rich and the poor in our very city,
and the staggering
injustices abroad in our land,
tend to the rage
out of control, rage justified by displacement,
rage gone crazy by
absence, silence, and deprivation,
measure the
suffering,
count the
sufferers,
number the wounds.
You tamer of chaos and mender of
all tears in the canvas of creation,
we ponder your
suffering,
your crown of
thorns,
your garment taken
in lottery,
your mocked life,
and now we throw
upon your suffering humiliation,
the suffering of
the world.
You defeater of death, whose power
could not hold you,
come in your
Easter,
come in your
sweeping victory,
come in your
glorious new life.
Easter us,
salve wounds,
break injustice,
bring peace,
guarantee
neighbor,
Easter us in joy and strength.
Be our God, be your true self, lord
of life,
massively turn our
life toward your life
and away from our
anti-neighbor, anti-self deathliness.
Hear our thankful, grateful,
unashamed Hallelujah!
Amen.
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