Today’s Theme: Hope After the Flood
Poem: After Flood
Only these ravished banks
Their dry wounds bared to man
Sine Time once more comes slow with its white covering,
Show where the waters rn.
The stream proclaims his thanks
And neatly skirts a stone
That turns its smooth white face to bar his measuring
The bed that was his own.
Yet once his swollen flanks
Pushed with a maddened force
The tender slopes that leaned against him hovering
In fear, at his wild course.
Tore through the bowldered ranks
That questioning his right
Stood, like an ancient law against his pleasuring
Against his lawless might.
------------Jean Starr Untermeyer (1886-1970), American poet and translator
Proverb:
“Every storm runs out of rain.”
-------—Maya Angelou
Painting: The Falls of the Clyde: Corra Linn, Hugh William Williams, 1820
Prayer: Mercy in the Storm
Most Merciful God,
may our prayers rise on the scent of jasmine
as we praise and bless your love in our lives.
The curtain of the night parts
and you spread a new day before us:
Lord, hear our prayer.
In beholding afresh the wonders of creation,
let us see with new eyes and hearts, O Christ.
In taking up the work you have given us,
let us be guided to do your will, O Christ.
In turning from sin and self-centeredness,
let us atone for our wrongs, and reconcile, O Christ.
When tumults rage and threaten to swamp us,
let us remember that you do not bring them, O God:
Your hand holds us fast,
and commands the waves to cease-
may we never forget You are with us within the storm.
Merciful One, make your face shine upon us this day,
and upon those whom we now name.
Amen.
------------------Leslie Barnes Scoopmire
Written after a series of storms have gone through the Midwest for the last month.
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