It’s been one of those weeks, Lord.
My words, so clear
when they were inside my head,
came out in ways that
hurt and offended.
The very air was vibrating with sharp and broken fragments
of what had once been whole.
And razor-edged pain was everywhere.
No wonder the ancient psalm asks you
to guard my tongue and
keep watch over the door of my lips.
Put new words in my mouth, O Lord.
Words that can heal and not wound,
Words that can build and not destroy,
Words that can bear your light into dark and broken places.
“Guide us waking, O Lord, and guard us sleeping;
That awake we may watch with Christ,
And asleep we may rest in peace.”
Barbara Bruneau is a recently retired Lutheran pastor living in southeastern Minnesota. She is a knitter, a weaver, and a very occasional blogger at An Explosion of Texture and Color.
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