All I can muster, God,
is this lovely picture of breaking dawn at the beach,
with Boston in the distance.
Speaking of breaking, and distance,
it’s the state of my mind right now.
Kind of broken and faraway,
overwrought, overfed on information, actually, just over.
I know I can tell you this, God,
because You are my safe place,
this prayer is my clinging to You,
to your Heart that seems so freakin’ fleeting right now,
lost in smoke and breathlessness all around.
I know I can cry you this, God,
because in the midst of all the Absence,
I somehow weirdly, improbably, perhaps foolishly
still know You hear and hold my voice.
And because I know this,
I can go out,
and bear the cries of your people,
hear the fears of others,
and hold their shaking, trembling hands
and embrace their racing, terrified hearts
in the murk and haze of these times.
The Rev. Karla Jean Miller is Minister for Community Life at Old North Church UCC in Marblehead, MA. She is also a contributor to the RevGals book, There is a Woman in the Pulpit.
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