I began dwell.urban in 2005 on another site called sharenicely. However, the daily joy of posting and linking and sharing did not become a regular habit here on blogspot until this time last year. At the time I felt I needed this space. Now, I think I need a fresh perspective and a plan for the new year. And so today, on the celebration of Epiphany, I am posting my last item here. I have not decided yet if I am planning to craft a new space, but if I do, I will be sure to say when and where.
In parting, here is a poem by theologian Walter Brueggemann that captures the old and the new, the darkness and the light, the desire to meet each new day with courage, and the sincere hope that we can be refreshed, redeemed, made new.
Epiphany
On Epiphany day,
we are still the people walking.
We are still people in the dark,
and the darkness looms large around us,
beset as we are by fear,
anxiety,
brutality,
violence,
loss —
a dozen alienations that we cannot manage.
We are — we could be — people of your light.
So we pray for the light of your glorious presence
as we wait for your appearing;
we pray for the light of your wondrous grace
as we exhaust our coping capacity;
we pray for your gift of newness that
will override our weariness;
we pray that we may see and know and hear and trust
in your good rule.
That we may have energy, courage, and freedom to enact
your rule through the demands of this day.
We submit our day to you and to your rule, with deep joy and high hope.
Walter Brueggemann (b. 1933)
Prayers for a Privileged People (Nashville: Abingdon, 2008), p. 16
2 comments:
I will miss the beauty of your space here, and the thoughts, reflections, poetry, and daily peeks into your life. Thank you for the time spent enriching the lives of your readers.
Love always, Mom
i needed that poem this morning. it's so easy to get lost in the quotidian & forget where the strength to cope comes from. on mornings (like today) that eliot sleeps particularly poorly, it is especially difficult. so in preparation for baptism & ordination this sunday - chaos on top of quotidian, i will remember this poem especially. thank you!
good luck with your next webblog move :)
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