In the awful echo of Remembrance Day, there is much about which to be somber as we still try to uncoil ourselves from violence and her many tentacles of de-inspiration.
I write this prayer based on a line in Craig Barnes’ book, When God Interrupts, that goes: “Mary’s tears fell like prayers.” I thought that was a wonderful poetic understanding of her response to Jesus on the occasion of her brother’s death. It now forms this prayer of remembrance:
Tears fell like Prayers
Tears fell like prayers
dropped like lifeless seeds into the dry dust
that could not care like I wanted them to,
that would not receive them as I thought.
My tears did not soak into the soil at first;
They beaded on the surface
Whereupon I saw them as they were:
sad fragments of lament
portions of long stories
stanzas of a dirge.
So all I could do was to scatter;
Prayers fell like tears
dropped into a skyward landscape
coloured and fashioned
by forces beyond my insight or outlook.
There and everywhere You took them
And planted them as seeds,
both wet and substantial
watered and germinated
in the palm of Your hand.
Take them, then,
and make them live;
remind my tears
remind my prayers:
You, Oh Lord, receive me still
as I receive You now
in prayer and tears.