Divine and Dusty: Embodied Prayers for Lent

Tuesday, March 30, 2021


Katie Snipes Lancaster

This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24

Tonight I walked,
lost in my own meditation,
and was afraid,
not of the labyrinth
that I have made of love and self
but of the dark and faraway.
I walked, hearing the wind in the trees,
feeling the cold against my skin,
but what I dwelled on
were the stars blazing
in the immense arc of sky.

Jessica, it is so much easier
to think of our lives,
as we move under the brief luster of leaves,
loving what we have,
than to think of how it is
such small beings as we
travel in the dark
with no visible way
or end in sight.

Yet there were times I remember
under the same sky
when the body’s bones became light
and the wound of the skull
opened to receive
the cold rays of the cosmos,
and were, for an instant,
themselves the cosmos,
there were times when I could believe
we were the children of stars
and our words were made of the same
dust that flames in space,
times when I could feel in the lightness of breath
the weight of a whole day
come to rest.

But tonight
it is different.
Afraid of the dark
in which we drift or vanish altogether,
I imagine a light
that would not let us stray too far apart,
a secret moon or mirror,
a sheet of paper,
something you could carry
in the dark
when I am away.
—Mark Strand, “For Jessica, My Daughter”

God of moonlight and sunrise
Between this day and the next,
Innumerable blessings unfold.
The smallest tenderness,
The enduring regularity of kindness
The daylight that returns again after darkness.
Do not let us be unhinged by the impossibilities,
The sorrows, the heaviest things we have to carry,
but instead let us be held together—even tentatively—
by a fluent thank you, thank you, thank you. Amen.

March 30, 2021

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