God with us in the broken
place. E manu el, Yahweh
whose hand steadies and
steers us while we lift our face.
Prayers rise.
We cannot transform a heart
but we can tend and feed
the bodies housing hope,
care for roses, prune and
weed, wash and fold, clothe
the people who inhabit our
petitions.
Wholly Spirit, He is wholly
with us within, animates
our limbs to write His work
in the world through bread
and clothes, flower and song.
Be a maker.
Be a prayer.
Be a poem.
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It has been said we are God’s handiwork, his ‘poem,’ a word from the Greek word poiema meaning a made thing. So when we write a poem, it is a ‘made thing.’
Of course we can B E a poem to other people, too, which is what I had in mind when I wrote this. You can find “How to Be a Poem” in my book Hearts on Pilgrimage-Poems & Prayers available wherever you buy books.
Love this idea, Jody, to BE a poem, bringing to others beauty in our actions. I pray with you, “Make me a maker, O God!”