As we once again enter the room called remember, the edge of earth and sky as clearly defined as ever, we pray you'll grant us faith, O Lord, strong and flexible, to mortar the vast expanse between our tiny bricks of understanding.
For all the saints
who from this life now rest,
we give you thanks, O God,
for by them we are blessed.
When hate has been unleashed,
indifference unfurled,
into holy humus
their toes securely curled.
Inspired by burning bush
and heaven-descended dove,
they walked the path of grace
and lived sermons of love.
We speak their names aloud,
and breathe their memories, too;
open palms release them,
eternally to you.
For all the saints
who through our lives have trod,
we lift our hearts in praise,
and give you thanks, O God.
2016 Todd Jenkins
2016 Todd Jenkins
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