A prayer after reading Ezekiel 37:1-14 O God, when death seems more real to us than resurrection, Lead us to the messengers who can speak to your life-giving Spirit And breathe new life into any dry bones we might have. In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen.
A prayer after reading Deuteronomy 30:15-20 Spirit of Transformation, During this season of Lent And as we encounter death and adversity, Which feel very real to us today, Help us choose life. Again and again, may we choose life And endeavor to offer the fullness of life to others; So we may live into the ways you set before us— The ways of your blessed, collective reign, The ways of life and prosperity. In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen.
God of Transformation,
We give you thanks for the redemption story
of Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection.
May we know and grow in your transforming love.
- Jesus, we rejoice in your prophetic ministry.
- Jesus, we rejoice in your healing ministry.
- Jesus, we rejoice in your teaching ministry.
- Jesus, we rejoice in your servant ministry.
- …with us
- …in us
- …around us
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Year after year I find myself saddened by a loss (or multiple losses) during the season of autumn. I’ve mourned deaths in other seasons, but so many of these deaths occurred in the fall that I started to reflect upon the season and its relation to death. Of course, like the warm colors of autumn leaves and bounty of the fall harvest, there’s a beauty in this season and in death. Oftentimes one’s passing inspires an occasion to honor the life of that person in a meaningful way.
My grandfather passed away two years ago this season. During the weeks surrounding his death, I felt uplifted in stories and images from his life. His death inspired me to create a picture collage for his memorial. It also inspired reflection that led to the poem below.
Perhaps this poem will inspire a new outlook during this season of loss and promise.Warm colors cover summer’s glow As trees’ farthest extensions descend Below tired feet, above pavement streets They commune with the perished and perishing A season of its own or A punctuation to mark finality? Oh mournful autumn! Golden collages atop outstretched arms And ruby gems drop from branches Forest greens turn supremely tangerine Each fiery tree top dances When swift winds release leaf from life Colors deplete to the brown of earthen soil Where a nest, for seedlings whose roots extend, Houses both beginning and end Not one escapes the barrenness Seen in winter’s predecessor And how the trees do mourn with me When losing life’s small splendors Yet there is abounding joy To harvest in this season And there is hope in seeds of life to be