March 24, 2021
The Bluebirds Have Returned! A Prayer
O Lord, they've returned,
the bluebirds
have returned!
She's busy refreshing last year's nest,
cleaning up the birdhouse,
getting everything ready
for what's to come,
while he's having a snack, watching her do
all the work
(how typical!).
And what's to come is
life,
new life.
And with the bluebirds return
comes the returning of the sun
to our deck (at last!),
and the roses
returning too
(soon to be joined by more flowers still),
and with their return
something returning to me,
wonder,
hope,
joy,
can’t explain it,
except to say
the bluebirds,
the sun,
the roses,
fill me with
wonder,
hope,
joy,
and even more,
return me to you,
return me to your
peace,
speak a word
that is your word,
saying,
Be at peace,
saying,
I am with you,
saying,
All shall be well;
can't explain it,
don't even want to try.
O Lord, the bluebirds and sun and roses
have returned
and just in the nick of time,
because
it's been
some kind of year
since they last appeared;
pandemic and poisonous politics;
anxiety and anger;
families fractured and friendships frayed;
fears fanned;
riots and racial reckoning;
chaos, commotion, craziness;
denial and death,
too much death;
and that's just for starters;
working at home, schooling at home, stressing at home;
or not working at home, working as usual,
or maybe not working at all,
maybe no food;
no hugs either,
no getting together,
no church,
lonely lockdowns, flat screen friends, a wave
from a window;
virtual, digital, ZOOM, words of the day;
and yes,
astonishing self-giving, yet
appalling self-serving too;
kindness and cruelty,
compassion and coldness;
nastiness normalized, but
niceness alive and well;
spine chilling prejudice,
heart-warming welcome;
a virus and vaccine and another virus
on the scene;
the year
a blur,
hard to remember what happened when;
what would never be forgotten,
forgotten
(the Capitol was actually stormed?!);
and to top it all off,
one mass shooting after another;
and so
just in the nick of time, the
return of what needs to
return.
O Lord, my prayer tonight is simple:
may we
return to you
so that
the wonder,
the hope,
the joy
we long for would
return to us;
and may your peace return to us;
and life,
may life return to us,
not the life once called normal,
but a new abnormal life,
a life lived with
love for you and
love for the other.
And Lord, give us sense enough to know whom to thank
for somehow surviving this past year
and making it to this day,
sense enough
to thank you
for being there in so many everyday ways,
for the moments of grace,
for the strength beyond our strength,
for all who helped us along the way,
for saving us from one day to the next.
But
many have not
made it
to this day,
so virulent the virus,
so vulnerable we are,
so vicious the violence.
And so,
let us remember them, pray for them, and for all who mourn;
and for those battling the coronavirus
and other illnesses;
for those whose lives have come undone;
for those who feel lost and lonely.
Heal, comfort, strengthen, be with, help them!
And may we
be of help
in whatever way we can.
O Lord, the bluebirds have returned,
and maybe some will think that it’s
a looney thing to say, but
I will say it still:
Praise
be to
you!
Amen.