Ephesians 4:2-6, 29-32
Be gentle with our souls
Let them love you. I know you don’t always believe it, but your limp makes you even more beautiful.
Pay attention. It’s hard to imagine that nothing at all could be so exciting, so much fun.
Let us praise the grace & risk of Fire. In the beginning The Word was red, And the sound was thunder, And the wound in the unseen Spilled forth the red weather of being. In the name of Fire, The Flame, And the Light: Praise the pure presence of fire That burns from within Without thought of time. The hunger of fire has no need For the reliquary of the future; It adores the eros of now, Where the memory of the earth In flames that lick and drink the air Is made to release Its long enduring forms In a powder of ashes Left for the wind to decipher. As air intensifies the hunger of fire, May the thought of death Breathe new urgency Into our love of life. As fire cleanses dross May the flame of passion Burn away what is false. As short as the time From spark to flame, So brief may the distance be Between heart and being. May we discover Beneath our fear Embers of anger To kindle justice. May courage Cause our lives to flame, In the name of the Fire, And the Flame And the Light.