
For the new neighbors
And the ones who yell at each other at night
The car repair shop
And the roofs missing shingles
Borough Hall
And its leaders
Cracked sidewalks
The forgotten and untouched toys in the yard
For the troubled
The troublemakers
And the officers who deal with them
The seedy bar
And its curious owner
The mosque
And its visitors
The abandoned lot overgrown by weeds
The old folks home
For the single mom
The yell coming from the open window on the third floor
The recession ushering in the presence of vacant storefronts
The busted windows
For the old man I just walked past
who possesses an overpowering smell of one too many drinks
For the mentally disabled
For the physically abused
For the emotionally disturbed
The broken screen door
The weeds
And the weed
Green shards of a Heineken
The neglected newspaper still wrapped in plastic
The back alleys
The steeples that point nowhere but up
The trash piles
And those who pick them up
For the hopeless
The helpless
For the invisible
And the visible but undesirable.
For the renewal of all things.
All things.
Amen.
Amber said...
1Thanks for sharing this prayer journey.
04/30/09 7:10 AM | Comment Link
Janine said...
2This is beautiful and really spoke to me today . . .
04/30/09 10:11 PM | Comment Link
Hanging with Mohammed — J.R. Briggs said...
3[...] I shouldn’t be surprised about this. I have been praying for him. [...]
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Prayerwalking I — J.R. Briggs said...
4[...] The ancient rabbis said that you pray with your feet. And they meant that quite literally. Praying as you walk. It’s active. Experiential. Tactile. Physical. So I’ve started to do it regularly (and recently posted my thoughts/prayers from an experience). [...]
05/12/09 7:24 AM | Comment Link