Based on Psalm 147
God
Who is not too busy counting the stars
to know the hearts that are broken
for God is abundant in power
And what you mean by that
is that you measure understanding
by sitting by children who whisper their fears
and you somehow pay attention to the droning
politicians who make up nonsensical arguments
against humanity
and you hold the hands of those who have to listen too
You wrap your wings around those
in never ending warzones
knowing that Jesus was borne in an occupied country
You stand with all the women who write poems
for justice, magnifying your creative work
lifting the downtrodden
God you are the one who casts the wicked to the ground
Telling amazing stories of misunderstood witches
and reminding or hearts that the songs of hope
that we sing in the middle of the night
count as hymns of praise to your ears
Peace is sown, bit by bit, in every act of community
and solidarity
with the mutual aids
and signatures
But also through the real listening
the space to let one another rest
and all those who do the small things to get through
mundane days
God you do not bother with shows of strength
Strongmen do not impress or bother you
God you do not worry about human displays of greed or power
You instead take delight in cute animals
beautiful flashes of nature: a pretty cloud, snowflake or flower
Because you know what love is
and you grant peace
True peace, through love
It is love and peace you desire
And I will hold this in my right and left hand
especially when my palms feel empty
in these advent days.
Amen
Feel free to use/adapt/share with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta aka “KatyandtheWord”







