Sitting Down (A Poem)

Sitting Bull, the Sioux medicine man

Sitting down to pray;
letting go,
with nothing else to say,
being there,
listening,
at the end of the day,
pushing back the world,
keeping the traffic at bay,
hearing what’s around you,
the b flat harmony
on life’s first page.
God told Jacob to take a nap,
find holy rocks where your head can lay,
to see the angels walk,
and know God’s about,
standing up,
breaking down,
climbing a tree,
no special pose,
presence is the key.

–Richard Bryant

Parallelism and Prayer

 

Gracious God,

Evening falls,

Night calls,

We gather,

Because we’d rather,

Find ourselves together,

Than living apart,

Where our spirits depart,

Bring us around some table,

Happy and able,

To find gratitude,

Among our attitudes,,

More than near

We know you are here,

Amen.

— Richard Bryant

Common Prayer for an Ordinary Wednesday in October

Madonna and Child, Burgaw United Methodist Church

Gracious God,

Hear our prayers,

They are sometimes muffled, silent, and nonexistent.

Yet, we come before you today, taking one step into the next moment.

In this moment, we embrace the dignity you give us as children of God.

In this instance, we stand as forgiven people.

We acknowledge we are no different, no better, and no worse than all of the redeemed who we encounter each day.

Wipe the stain of righteous indignation from our hearts.

Forgive us of choosing one sin to love and another to hate.

Forgive us from doing church yet forgetting Jesus.

Heal those who are broken in body, mind, and spirit.  You know their needs in ways greater than we can express.  Where ever they are, in homes, Hospices, Hospitals, offices, cars, schools, or churches; send your spirit.

O Lord, hear our prayers,

Amen

Richard Bryant

An Ordinary Prayer for an Ordinary Day

It’s All About Perspective

God, you are good.
We pretend to be Holy.
We confuse church with the kingdom.
May we break down the barriers to make them the same.
On our best days, we try to live up to the potential you’ve instilled within us.
Despite our strenuous efforts, our lives get in the way.
We want to be our free-will loving selves.
We love the lives we’ve created for ourselves.
We are comfortable people.
You call us to be less comfortable and a little less proud of our accomplishments. We didn’t do this alone. You helped us.  We know there are no self-made people in the Kingdom of Heaven.
You live, all the time, with those who are uncomfortable, unknown, and unrecognizable. Forgive us for confusing encountering the Gospel in comfort with being in ministry.
It’s easier to view the world from the top of the Temple than it is through your compassion.
Help us stop seeing our neighbors as the representation of someone else’s fears and doubts.
Give us the strength to take one step forward to ask our neighbors their names, hurts, cares, and concerns.
Help us to create a community in the distance between people who only nod to say hello or look the other way when crossing the street.
You know the needs surrounding us. You are present as people try to make Food Stamps work to feed many mouths, in Social Service waiting rooms, WIC offices, in Hospice care, and prisons. You know we don’t see half of the hurt among your kingdom. Open our eyes and loosen our feet.
You know the joy in our hearts. Let that joy be opened and shared with a world waiting for the Good News. The world is listening. Will we speak?

For now, we say Amen.

Richard Bryant

An Uncommon Prayer about A Common Place

I thank you for these bricks. Lord, it has held me while I walked back and forth. I and many others have paced over these bricks in thoughts too deep for words. We stood upon this brick for weddings and graduations. Grandmas, grandpas, and uncles, and aunts were taken from here to eternity over these bricks. Life has been lived and died in and over these bricks. I am grateful for these bricks. They do what I cannot seem to do, testify in rain and shine or wind and hail to the permanent impermanence of the life you call us to lead. For the obvious path beneath my feet, I am forever grateful.

Amen

Richard Bryant