Prayer of the Day
Your poets confess, O God, that “Hope is to hear the melody of the future.”
“And faith,” they say, “is to dance to it.”
Today your melody arrives.
It sings. It takes shape, as alleluia.
Alleluia! Death and Hell are destroyed.
Alleluia! The hungry are filled.
Alleluia! War and suffering are no more.
Alleluia! Already. Not yet.
Alleluia! Already. But sort of not at all.
Alleluia! And Yet. Alleluia! Not Yet! Alleluia!
Alleluia! May this song possess our hearts.
Alleluia! May it be our banner, our anthem, our joy.
Alleluia! May it move us–through passion for justice and peace–
until the cry of all the crucified has truly ceased;
until spears are shattered and bows are set into clouds;
until tyrants are torn from thrones,
lions with lambs, lying on the ground;
until there is no power or scepter or crown;
and the only rule that remains is Love.
Alleluia. Love. And Love, alone.
Alleluia. So it is.
Alleluia. Upon our lips.
Alleluia! For this, we dance.
Alleluia. May it be so.
Alleluia. Soon, we pray.
Soon and forever more.
Amen.
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