Ancient of Days,
Somewhere in Kiev, Ukraine, a man plays his guitar with his old, faithful pup howling along,
even though they sing in darkness.
Somewhere in Krakow, Poland, a grandmother folds shirts, presses trousers, routines to
calm her anxious heart, even as the unexpected guests in their small home yearn to
return to their home that is no more in Ukraine.
Somewhere in Moscow, Idaho, USA, a parent falls into the sleep of the mourning, while their
parent, just-arrived from Montreal, Canada, keeps vigil in the recliner nearby, prepared
to comfort their child again, when they wake to the nightmare they are living.
Alpha, Omega? Somewhere in Kenya, East Africa, thousands of refugees plod, seeking
relief from the Somalia famine and drought. As they lumber along, community workers
in Dadaab*, many of whom were refugees themselves thirty years ago, collect provisions
for those who will arrive in their tented community soon.
Somewhere in Ankara, Turkey, musicians practice piano, ballet dancers Chaseé, and
somewhere in Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA, Sunday School teachers sweat the details of setting
Somewhere, someone is rolling up a medicinal pill in a piece of ham so their beloved dog will eat
it, someone is soothing a frightened child, and someone is working for an end to war.
Somewhere, right now, your light is powering the sun to power a school and warm a
house and growing plants that will provide medicine for healing.
Holy one, as artists in Paris, France arrange flowers, bakers in London, UK wait for bread to rise, and
enthusiasts the world over wait for the next game in the world cup, we remember your
presence among us.
The Congress in Peru is supporting its Vice President become President as the country survives an intended coup.
Healing, helping, connecting, communing, resolving, repairing, loving your people into
Lord of all, let us not be so focused on the tragedies, that we ignore the blessings –beckoning.
Lord, save us from trouble, but help us to be people who get in the way of injustice and trouble the waters of oppression. Thank you for whispering to us that we are beloved. Help us now to whisper your love to those who long to hear that there is a loving God. Amen.