Every day
we move the solstice sun
one day along our Advent spiral
and this week
we name our hopes.
We hope for reform of the welfare system,
for an end to cisheteropatriarchy,
for the smashing of white supremacy
and other, smaller hopes:
for a good writing day,
for peaceful sleep,
for a friend to be comforted,
and so we pray.
God,
our hopes are wild
and domesticated,
expansive
and small.
Receive our prayers
and, in the words of that familiar prayer book collect,
“those things, good Lord,
that your servants have prayed for,
give us grace to work for”;
whether that’s by calling a friend,
going to therapy,
protesting or
conspiring to bring the system to its knees.
Amen.
Jemma Allen is a priest in the Anglican Church in Aotearoa, New Zealand and Polynesia and expresses that ministry as a researcher, counsellor and spiritual director.
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Amen. Wild and domesticated is a perfect picture of my mind.
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Beautiful! The prayer and the spiral wreath. I’ve never seen one before.
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