What would we do without you, sun and earth and air and water? Praise you, Creator, who set them into life and introduced them to each other! For the air has warmed enough for the dog and I to stand silent and safe in the road where snow and ice melted down to pavement, a dark patch of promise amid earth’s hard white icing. It doesn’t have to happen right now. And I know it won’t. I just have to know it will. Eventually. Thank you Creator. Meanwhile there is a mess unfolding in people’s lives. Women and people of colour are carrying the heaviest load of parenting and job loss, of propping up what will not last, and stretching hope for others when they no longer take any for themselves. The endless “work-arounds” for asserted unearned privileges and punishing inequities no longer “work-around” so much of this—the right now urgency of what to do next to manage. Creator of every living thing, if we are all looking at what must never be again, and we are its beams and spanners, bring down the mighty and all we imagined about ourselves. Scatter pride and exalt lowliness before all to save all. Grant this remaining mercy, without words to hold up a light so others find a dark patch of promise underneath whatever is hard and white and cold. Amen.
Diane Strickland is approaching her 33rd year as an ordained minister now serving in The United Church of Canada as retired clergy. She is a Certified Community and Workplace Traumatologist, Compassion Fatigue Specialist-Therapist, and Critical Incident Responder in private practice.
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