Our Father

As part of my discernment journey, and exploring my understanding of liturgy, was asked to rewrite the Lord's Prayer in my own words. I really wanted to write it more poetically, to see if I could explore some aspects of my interpretation on they prayer in lyrical detail. The result is something between a poem and a psalm.

Our Father.

To Him who holds us in His arms

Like newborns; separate one,

Never distant one, may your name

Be held with with reverence, awe and fear;

Weighty, precious and unyielding:

Holy, holy, holy - God!

Though sovereign, reveal your sovereignty;

Though majestic, unveil your majesty:

As the oceans mirror the heavens,

May all bathe in your compassion, love and justice

And so reflect it.

Send us your manna, oh Lord;

Send us quail in the desert of our lives.

Give us honey from the comb

And wash the dust from our skin

As you dress us in white robes

And adorn our fingers with a ring.

May we remember your kindness, Servant King,

Lest we judge others for the dust they, too, tread.

Silence the voices that lure and beguile;

Silence the yearnings within

Which drive us into darkness

And the teeth of wolves.

And when the bramble and nettle lie across our path

May you, oh Shepherd,

Lead us safely back to pasture.

Yours is the crown, the rod and the scepter;

Yours is the strength to action

And your very being is raging fire

And rushing water

And soothing wind.

It has always been thus.

It will ever be so.

Amen.