But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without a trace of partiality or hypocrisy. And a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace for those who make peace.
Wisdom and peace.
I cannot think of anything better to pray for and to seek
in these astonishingly tumultuous times.
Greater than knowledge,
steadier than expertise,
deeper than explanations.
A holy thing,
granted by God through experience,
through study and contemplation,
through blood, sweat and tears.
The thrumming, underlying vibration
of a song we didn’t write,
taken in by sight and sound,
touch and taste and feel –
God is God,
we are not and don’t need to be,
the earth is for us,
we are for God,
we are to take care of it all and each other.
Knowing who we are,
to whom we belong,
trusting God to show us
where to act and where to refrain.
Always, always, prayer –
in voice, in body,
in thought, in gratitude,
in embrace, in restraint.