I read the Lectionary passage for the day:
“...he will speak peace to his people.”
And I turned from that verse to that
penciled dog-eared list I keep in the back
of my Bible.
I unfolded that roll of names and people
from all over.
brave soldiers in every kind of war.
Cancer. Alzheimer’s. Church fights.
The dreaded ALS.
Some simply waiting for the other
shoe to drop.
Desperate, courageous, frightened—
Down beside every name and
every varying condition
I whisper one word, “Peace.”
Once upon a time our Lord whispered
that tiny word to half-believers
on a stormy sea.
Is it too much to believe, after all these
Down beside these familiar names
of heartbreak and courage—
They too might find their waves
And their hearts calmed as that sea
so long ago.
Ascension of our Lord, 2012
(The moving statue above stands at a crossroads in downtown Birmingham. Brother Bryan, years ago loved this city and poured everything he had into its well being. After his death the city commissioned this statue which stands among the bars, restaurants homeless and business folk that pass that way.)