A piece that I will be using in worship tomorrow, that owes its substance to (Deutero-)Isaiah, John the Baptist and Janet Lees who wrote a piece with a similar vibe for a Christian Aid resource many years ago. I have used and posted earlier versions previously but this revised version is the product of having a bit of reflective time during my sabbatical to collate and reshape some of my earlier doodles with a view to publishing them in some form in the not too distant future.
There’s still a lot of crying in the wilderness
In the post-industrial wastelands
The housing estates once lauded
As places of new hope
The slums had been levelled
And the high rises raised up.
Peace had come and prosperity
Would follow in its wake.
But the hope has now run out,
The jobs have been exported,
And peace brings little prosperity
To those who always pay
the highest price for conflict.
The streets need straightened up,
The potholes need filled in
and the pavements re-laid.
Who will cry out with comfort for the hurting?
Who will call out the purveyors of pain?
Topple the towering monuments to division
And use the rubble as the foundation
for God’s new motorway
straight into the hurting heart of this city,
into the heart of the problem,
into your heart and mine.
Bend and break the proud and the powerful,
Raise up those who are bent and burdened,
Lift up their eyes from all they have known
The painful past and present impotence
So that they can see that God is coming
Bringing real peace, tangible hope
and justice that cannot be bought.
Cry out...
Shalom
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