A prayer by Harry Martin, which I offer in celebration of the southern winter solstice,
Jesus, Love, we seek your coming.
As your servants we join with all creation
in proclaiming your glory.
The winter barren trees look heavenward,
Anticipating the newness of life,
coming in the springs of your resurrection.
The soaring eagle lifts our hearts,
that with your holy angels,
we can climb the heights of your holy hills.
The whiteness of the fresh snow
refracts the light and beauty
that the call of your holiness brings to us.
Jesus, Love, our Creator King,
we rejoice at your coming,
and yet we sorrow.
Your Holy Word shines upon our path.
And we see…
Lives imprisoned and impoverished
Country sides crushed and ravaged by wars
where hate, pride and arrogance reign.
We see waters poisoned by neglect,
Birdsongs of praise stilled
by the corruption of need and want.
Creator King, we weep with the doe
seeking her fawn
crushed by the rush of human traffic.
We sorrow with the unborn child
who will never know,
the beauty of the daybreak.
We weep, coming King,
Because we fail to see and cherish,
the holy beauty and joy
of all life and creation you have made.