In Praise of Music

Music.

What more can I say?

This one word stirs imagination, memory, and soul,

Dear God and Creator of all that is good.

God, creator of music.

 

Music,

Our ability to make it,

The ways it impacts brain, soul, and spirit,

The global variety of musical expression,

The messages it carries,

Love, hope, grief, friendship, peace, justice.

The rhythms of dance.

 

All of creation makes music,

Rustling leaves, rhythm of a pecking woodpecker, beat of a bird’s wings, trumpet of an elephant’s call, rain, wind,

Foot steps,

Breathing lungs and beating hearts,

Drum, cymbal, guitar, piano, pan flute, trombone, bag pipes, rain stick, gong,

Marimba, cello, balalalika, sitar, tambourine, kalimba, gamelan, dulcimer, kazoo,

Clap, whistle, stomp, hum,

Vibrations.

 

Our souls,

Our world,

Needs hopeful music,

Lyrics that inspire,

Melodies that unite,

Riffs that challenge,

Harmonies to join,

Rhythms of our common humanity, the common good,

Beats that move our feet, that make us sway,

Grand arias,

Quiet lullabies,

Hymns of praise,

Psalms of lament,

Raps of justice.

 

Creator God,

In pandemic and quarantine, in loneliness and separation,

In hope and relief, in connection and friendship,

We praise you for the gift of music.

May we listen to, make, and sing music of hope and love,

Music that glorifies You.

Amen.

Note- image from Google Free Photos, Pexels; words by Lida Merrill

A Monday Morning Thought & Prayer

When random thoughts pop into my mind I pause.

I have found that often the thought leads to deeper thoughts and ideas.

This morning’s thought was in a conversation with my dog:

“We don’t make the sunshine.”

 

We do not make the sunshine,

But we know Who does.

 

We did not conjure compassion,

But we know Who gave it to us.

 

We discover medicines and cures,

But we know who is the true Healer.

 

We did not create the healing salve of nature,

But we know the Creator.

 

We dance, sometimes to the beat of a different drummer,

But You created the beat.

 

We make music but it did not originate in us,

But we know the First Composer.

 

We can not make fix grieving hearts,

But we know Who does.

 

We did not create love,

But we know the One Who is Love.

 

To the Creator, Healer, Composer, Artist, Comforter, Love, be the glory.

Amen.

Holy Saturday Prayer in Time of Covid 19

 

Holy Saturday.

A day of waiting.

Our calendars and experience tell us that we only have to wait out this day,

Then tomorrow we will celebrate and dance and sing!

Then tomorrow we will read the story of Jesus’s return to life,

Tomorrow we will hear the angel’s words, “He is not here, he is risen as he said.”

 

Maundy Thursday

Good Friday

Holy Saturday

 

Our calendar and experience tells us what we will celebrate tomorrow.

But that first Holy Saturday they did not have a calendar.

They did not know it was only one of three days.

They did not know when the fear and hiding would end.

Their world was uncertain and the future was unknown.

They did not know.

 

Father, that sounds familiar.

We don’t have a calendar for Covid 19,

We don’t know when the fear and isolating will end.

We don’t know when we will gather to celebrate and dance and sing.

 

On this Holy Saturday,

The day of waiting,

Please sustain our hope as we wait.

 

Our current reality is one long, uncertain, and wearying “Holy Saturday” existence.

 

We will wait,

We will care for each other,

We will maintain hope for a future day to gather, to celebrate, dance and sing.

 

We wait then we sing!

 

May it be so, Our Father who art in heaven.

 

Amen.