Prayers - mixed messages and mixed-up ideals

We bring our petty irritations and major concerns

our challenges and triumphs

our longed-for blessings and unexpected joys.

We offer them up—the incense of prayer,

mingling, separating, wreathing again

our community’s soul and desire.

 

Our prayers of intention, our lapses and weakness

we offer in a moment of silence.

 

 

We bring our heartfelt thanks and off-hand ‘cheers!’

our longing for peace, and desperate faith

our desire to do something and fear it can never be enough

our hashtag sentiments and privileged shame.

We offer them up—our breath shared in the hongi

mingling, separating, wreathing again

our community’s spirit and pulse.

 

Our loneliness or crowdedness, our boredom or busyness

we offer in a moment of silence.

 

 

We bring our stories and inspiration:

the books and movies, exciting ideas, challenging concepts

the different kinds of lives and relationships

stories that make us laugh and tragedies lived vicariously.

We offer them up—our wealth of wisdom

mingling, separating, wreathing again

our community’s insight and empathy.

 

For creative reimagining,

for books as our refuge from reality and the insights of real life

we give thanks in a moment of silence.

 

 

We bring our hopes for our families

concerns for our friends

our mixed messages and mixed-up ideals.

We offer them up—hands clasped in The Peace

mingling, separating, wreathing again

our community’s heart and voice.

 

Our bereavements and births, our born-again hopes

we offer in a moment of silence…

 

 

These are the Prayers of the People of this community

with our disparate backgrounds and shared values

this, our turangawaewae

place of home-coming or launching space

 

These are our prayers

this is our grace.

 

 

 

© Bronwyn Angela White (2015)—Wellington, New Zealand

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