A Prayer in these Floods

O God, our God,
where shall we find the words,
the hope,
to speak in these days?

Hear us in our silence,
in our cries and confusion,
in our groaning.

In our need.

Our lives have been washed away,
jobs and lounge rooms,
treasures and forgettables,
the roads and paths we know.

We begin, our God, with you,
your promises,
your love.

We choose to trust you,
even when everything we know has shifted,
including the ground on which we stand.

Even in this paddock,
shadowed by death and brokenness,   
we choose to believe your promises:
that you love us,
that you are with us,
that you will never leave us.

In this most fragile of moments,
you are with us for every step and stumble.

We see the face of Christ
in each and every neighbour;
in the couple who rescued us,
in that woman offering us food in the evac centre,
in that bloke sitting, unsure,
outside the home he has lost.

Each time we turn,
your presence is clear.

We will be angry later,
and impatient.
We will need you then.

But now, O God, our God,
bring us healing, bring us comfort,
bring us courage, bring us strength,
and, we implore you,
bring us the occasional moment of joy,
the snort, or shout, of laughter,
the stuff of life.

As these days move on,
as we clean up,
and rebuild
and wait,
help us to measure out these days in mercy,
in forgiveness,
in community.

O God, our God,
for our friends
and congregations of hope,
we thank you.

Through Christ, the Crucified
and Risen One.
Amen.

S.R. Hansford
Lent, 2022

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