On the edge of war, one foot already in, I no longer pray for peace
I pray for miracles.
I pray that stone hearts will turn to tenderheartedness
And evil intentions will turn to mercifulness.
And all the soldiers already deployed will be snatched out of harms way; and the whole world will be astounded onto its knees.
I pray that all the “God talk” will take bones and stand up
and shed its cloak of faithlessness, and walk again in its powerful truth.
I pray that the whole world might sit down together and share its bread and its wine.
Some say there is no hope.
But then I’ve always applauded the holy fools who never seem to give up on the scandalousness of our faith:
That we are loved by God…
That we can truly love one another.
I no longer pray for peace. I pray for miracles.
Isn’t this beautiful, Lovies? My thanks to Dr. Marga Theophil for sharing this with me.
Hope you all had a wonderfully connecting, warm and restorative Thanksgiving. I am so grateful for all of you and send many blessings your way.
Life is fast and furious these days, so please take precious care of your sparkly selves.