Liturgy 080: To Be Human

Third Week of Eastertide

Lectio Divina

But we had hoped…
Cleopas, Luke 24

It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world.
Mary Oliver

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Prayer

God of slow mercies,
I am tired.
I am bored.
I am brittle with routine.

The dishes, the meetings,
the car seats and tantrums—
they wear me thin.

I am not in crisis.
But I am not fully alive.
And that’s the harder thing.

You rose from the grave,
I can barely rise from bed.

Forgiveness? Yes.
Hope? Sure.

But I miss you in the mornings.
I miss myself too.

Incarnation sounds
so romantic

But LORD

in the swirl of Cheerios and laundry,
in Monday emails and the dreaded question
What’s for dinner tonight?

Come slow me.
Come make me human again.

Make every exhale a remembrance
Every inhale a gift.

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Blessing

May the God who walks unrecognized on the road
walk with you in the blur.

May Christ who cooked breakfast for tired friends
feed you in your fatigue.

May the Spirit who groans with us in weakness
hold your sighs as prayers.

You are not lost.
You are beloved.

As you are
Where you are.

Have a great day. =)