Thursday, June 23, 2016

For the glory of Your Name

deliver us, Jesus,
from peoples and nations
who defile Your holy temple in us.

For the glory of Your Name,
deliver us from every evil
or sin that wins our shame.

To You we give glory and praise
for Who You are and all You make.
Pardon us, Lord, for Your Name’s sake.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016
Poem based on today’s reading in Psalm 79.


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Consider the dandelions, how they grow

dense and golden in some places
with bright yellow faces almost every
where else, but sparse and delicate here.

It’s weird how they’re looked on as weeds
when we can eat each part but seeds –
even steeping tea from the roots or cooking
the young tender shoots of leaves as greens.

I’ve seen how children love to blow the
seeded pinwheels, white as snow, to fill
the air with possibilities of dandy wine
and dandy tea and little lion heads and
handy food and wildflowers – so good
to consider as we raise our heads and
hands and hearts and all of our most
useful parts in thanks to God and praise.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016



Saturday, June 18, 2016

Friday, June 17, 2016

Praise us, Jesus, for being within us

– glory!

Despite the gory news, please
praise us with the power of Your love.

Honor us with Your work that came
from above for us to do in Your Name –
Jesus Christ, our Lord, God’s Son.

Praise You for giving us Your Word
and telling us, “Well done!”

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016


Monday, June 13, 2016

In the wake of so much hate and killing

help us, Lord, to be willing to praise You
for Jesus’ sake, filling us with mercy
and Your unadulterated care to pass
along to peoples everywhere as we
pray for You to “Forgive them, Father,
for they don’t know what they do,” and,
Lord Jesus, as You shed Your blood
for us, we thank You for the flood
of people giving their blood today,
so the injured may keep on living –
healed by Your love – and forgiving.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016



Friday, June 10, 2016

Thursday, June 9, 2016

With One Voice, Rising


Wisps of fog drift across
the waters. The Spirit of
God moves across the
waters, lifting our spirits,
moving us to praise. A
bird responds. A rooster
crows. Even at night in
the evening light beside
our pond, a lively throng
of frogs repeats the glad
chorus with one accord:
"Thank You. Thank You.
Thank. Thank. Thank."

by Mary Harwell Sayler

The poem "With One Voice, Rising" appears in the poetry book, Living in the Nature Poem, published in 2012 by Hiraeth Press.

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Saturday, June 4, 2016

Help us, Lord, to find The Way back

to what You want for us.
How easy it is to get off track
without meaning to or knowing
our wandering went all wrong!

Forgive us for thinking unkindly
toward ourselves or Your anointed
when a pastor, parent, or peoples
You’ve appointed for caring service
need our partnership and prayers.

Help us to praise You, Lord,
with our full attention, live loyally
in Your intention, and forgive,
forgive, forgive.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016


Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Praise You, Jesus, for showing us God

Whom
I could no more picture than
helium
in a balloon,
but You gave us fresh vision
of God flesh,
bones, blood,
and body cells
drawn as circular wells, filled
with love and life and living water.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016


Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Into the world with wonder, Spring

comes quietly at first before azaleas
burst, showering us with pink petals
freckled at the center, followed by
magnolia blossoms showing pear-
shaped petals – creamy-white and
cupped to catch the sun. Tails flagging,
squirrels hop across the meadow and
run along the arms of oak, playing tag.

Catch me, Lord. Tag me as Your own.
Let me spring into Your arms, ready
to soak up the Son with my arms raised
in praise of You and worlds of wonder.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016


Saturday, May 21, 2016

me, myself, and I – a trinity

of being:
an object – me,
an owner – my,
a subject – I.

Is this anything like Your Trinity, Lord?

My Father God – our Father God
created all of us, including myself!

Jesus Christ gave His life for all
of us, including me!

The Holy Spirit subjects the I-ego
to the Father and the Son,
not seeking the attention I prefer
but deferring to God’s guidance
and Good News of Jesus’
saving grace.

Three in One, and I
in Their image, we
in Their image
loving and praising
our Creator, Savior, and
Conductor of all good….

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016



Thursday, May 19, 2016

The trees in my yard have names:

Maggie for the magnolia by our back deck,
Cy for the cypress down by the lake,
King for the giant oak, who holds my swing,
Leb for the cedar, not ever from Lebanon,
Elmer for the elm tree by the front door.

Naming something allegedly gives us more
power over it, but if a huge hurricane hits
my yard hard, would my commands
have the clout to make trees stand firm
or find a new route away from my home?

Jesus said faith can move mountains –
and maybe trees and hurricanes too,
but Lord God, I look only to You to
empower and move me into Your ways
in praise of Your All-Powerful Name.


by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016