Friday Prayer: 1 January 2021

I said to my soul,

Soul, we are here.
We are here with the aches of the past.
We are here with the promise of the future.

The past has promise too. That someday there will be meaning and depth and story that we do not yet see. That promise fulfilled does not mean that there were not horrors because there are no binaries.
The promise of meaning is finding beauty in gray, in interstitials, in greenery without blossoms.

The future has its own aches, of needing to furl the hatred of the past and open to new love, real justice, and full peace. The future hums on its own vibration and we feel its pulse before we hear its music.
Discordant tones can be jazz if we make it so everyone and anyone can dance.

Soul, we are here.
We have to tell the truth to ourselves- not everyone we hoped would be with us made it to this point.
Their stories, their spirits, their love remains,
But the aspect we knew is not here.

Soul, we miss them.

Soul, we haven’t always been on good speaking terms with our Creator in this past year.
We trust our silence to speak volumes since Theirs does to us.

On this day, what shall we say?

I will give sound to the sigh of my soul:

Please.

The Reverend Julia Seymour serves Big Timber Lutheran Church (ELCA) in Big Timber, MT. She blogs at lutheranjulia.blogspot.com and readsallthethings.com. She contributed to There’s A Woman in the Pulpit and is President of the board of RevGalBlogPals, Inc.

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