Let us ask no more of this world
Or it’s institutions and empires.
Let us only seek the One who
Gathers the wind and wears the waters as a garment.
Let that Truth be our only shield and refuge
From this place of exile.
We will speak of it carefully but boldly,
Our hope and redemption.
Let us only ask that we be faithful,
So we may know neither riches nor poverty.
Together, let us believe that our daily manna
Will sustain and nourish.
In this place of humility we can trust
And be faithful to the promise of Resurrection.
Our poverty will keep us mindful of the needy,
That we may be His hands alongside them.
Let us speak Shalom into our lives as Enough,
So that we will not consume mindlessly as
The grave, barren wombs and drought blighted land.
Let us not burn through our lives thoughtlessly like fire.
Instead, let us dwell on the splendor of Creation
And on our part in its care.
Let us be given to one another fully,
Even as we are fully known.
Let our lives always be attentive to the
Smaller things.
Allowing mustard seeds, sparrows,
Bees, and hummingbirds to occupy our ambition.
In this way we will live in the palaces of kings.
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