Poem
Something in me is
stirring;
I think it's the part
of me
that waits in lonely
exile
and yearns for a
homeland.
it's the hidden part
of me
that wanders
aimlessly,
stumbling in the
dark,
crying to be found.
O God of exiles and
strangers,
find the homeless
parts of me;
guide them toward
yourself,
for you are my
promised land.
Take the stranger
inside of me
and find
familiar soil for it.
Keep me mindful of
the Emmanuel,
whose sojourn
brought a glimpse of home.
Prayer
God of exiles, keep
calling us home. You know the yearnings of our hearts. You also know how easily
we can lose our way. May this Lenten season be a time of coming home to the
truth of who we are. May our personal homecomings influence all the earth. We
walk this day with hopeful hearts, believing that your justice and compassion
will bring comfort and freedom to all who are in exile.
Amen. JR
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