Covenant Community Poem

track in field illuminated by sun breaking through storm clouds

Unprecedented. Unique. Challenging.

 

It's hard to find a new word to describe our current conditions. Between Covid-19, natural disasters, economic woes, racial unrest - issues in our world today feel weighty. Heavy. Hard.

 

And it's only July.

Last month, we invited you to contribute to a community poem to express what you're learning about God during this time. You can read the invitation, and what prompted it, here.


Thank you to each one who contributed their heart-felt poetry. And thank you to Gretchen Ely, who collected the contributions and melded them together to create our Covenant Community Poem.


Lament

I meet you at the base of the cross

 Angry  Hopeless  And sometimes lost

Can I bear yet another gale?

Each one leaves me yet more frail

Yet maybe what they wash away

 Was never really meant to stay

 

I am hollow, leaking yolk from 1,000 pinpricks

Scattered across my shell

Tap

I shatter

 

World news for breakfast - 'toasted & buttered' -

Choke it all down with coffee and OJ

Desperate for a whole-grain life

Watch what you eat

 

Then past meets the present as it surrenders to the future through

Eyes cast aloft.

Where light becomes time and time becomes money as the future

Becomes infinity;

Will life survive our desire, as need bows to can, instead of

Whether we should;

So how long will butterfly and butterfly’s companions grace the life of

our future?

 

 

GOD

God, show me what I need to know 

and take me where I need to go.

God, lead me and guide me

teach me and walk beside me.

 

His timing is not my timing. 

He has always been here and always will. 

He stands beside, in front of me, all around me. 

I must only be still.

 

The Lord is merciful and compassionate,
 slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love.
The Lord is good to everyone.
 He showers compassion on all his creation.
 

God sets me on display

gazes in delight

protects messy, ugly me

God sees me as I will be.

Fabergé masterpiece. 

 

The Lord helps the fallen
 and lifts those bent beneath their loads.

The Lord is righteous in everything he does;
 he is filled with kindness.

 

In our deepest darkest sad days he is there. 

He went before us so that we could know his great love. 

If I'm feeling worried, lost, or afraid 

I need only to look and be still. 

 

Slowed down; stopped

Hidden away; quieted

Is that you, Lord?

In the bird song

In the antics of the tiny red squirrels

Help me see You when the wheels start turning again

Help me sense You in the beauty of your creation

Help me learn to live in the peace of being held in Your hands 

 

 The Lord is close to all who call on him,
 yes, to all who call on him in truth.
 

 

PRAISE

Gifts, he was giving me 

More time with my family 

A slower pace I had been praying for

Less busyness more rest

So many gifts

Once again I was reminded 

His love is all around me.

 

So, through the chaos and through the clouds

 Let this song of hope and hurt be sung aloud

Jesus come, your will be done

 And to your arms may we always run

Let mercy and justice reign throughout this land

 And continue to guide me with your hand.


 I will meditate on your majestic, glorious splendor
 and your wonderful miracles.
 Your awe-inspiring deeds will be on every tongue;
 I will proclaim your greatness.

 I will praise the Lord,
 and may everyone on earth bless his holy name
 forever and ever.

 

 

Contributors:

Casey Lynn Haney

Michelle Leichty

Nancy Smith

Charlene Hoskins

Brian Swabey

Radonna Fiorini

Lily Capecci

King David of Israel