Lord
please
send us too.
Let us take your healing love
near and far,
to our neighbors,
and to the ends of the earth.
No backpack, no money in our belts,
no food, no clean socks,
give us this day
total trust
in you.
God said to Amos,
shepherd and dresser of sycamores,
“Go to my people.”
To Ignatius,
a soldier and vain, God said,
“Teach my people
how to pray.”
To Dorothy Day, agnostic journalist,
“Shelter my homeless.”
To
Mother Theresa, a teaching nun,
“Care for my
poor.”
Father of us all,
you say the same to us too.
Let us
teach your beloved people to pray,
to shelter your homeless,
to care for your
poor.
Forgiven.
And redeemed.
Grace upon grace lavished upon us.
These are the first installments of our inheritance.
What is next?
Holy Spirit,
open us up to yourself
now and for all
eternity.
