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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Jeremiah 23:1-6

Supplication of the Scattered

We are the scattered,
like the seeds of November.
What we were before is gone to ground, 
may it rest in peace - 

the flower of the spring,
languid summertime, heady and sweet. 
Dark stretches over our sad hearts
and all our dated dreams.

. . like foster children 
out of a house
and into what we pray will be a home, 
hoping for the best, 
a loving hand at last - 

for our nation, our toil, our church, our home.
May it be so, Shepherd of our souls.

© 2010 Andy Gay