Mourning – Re-Imagining Worship

Any Given Afternoon

God plays running in the wind I saw God this afternoon. While the clothes on the clothesline were drying The

There’s shrapnel in our wall And holes in my skin Born of human fingers hidden By commanders and distance and

*This simple lament – is in an unusual time signature. It was written in response to the harrowing stories of

The congregation is invited to respond in the words written in bold. God we approach you heartbroken and naked. We

Anger Spitball: ill-treatment and passivity towards that ill treatment. Violence women: rape of girls. God where are you?? Husbands and

God of all comfort I come to you broken and weak How can I worship you with inner joy when

In the midst of repeated wailing sounds moan these words— Why, why, how can this be Why me, not again,

The earth weeps with Bodies broken Refuse burning Waters polluted Dignity denied God weeps with Those suffering The pain of

A prayer song for all the refugees who died at the sea. Especially to the precious Alan Kurdi, a three