In the clouds

 

A lament 

Genesis 9:8–17 

Lent 1 Year B 

When the bow is in the clouds

do we remember promise? 

Promise Divine, promise that life

will not be drowned out again? 

How often we forget with our floods

of anti-others vitriol we spit

to drown out life we do not like; 

pushing promise under water.

When the bow is in the clouds

do we remember trust? 

Trust in the Word Divine,

covenant established and remembered? 

How often we forget with our turning

to the gods and idols that we make

with the muse that you refuse 

to take away, Creative Spirit. 

When the bow is in the clouds

do we remember hope? 

Holy Hope of green to fill

the fields that rise as waters fall.

How often we let fear

strangle, twist, and tangle

all that's good and full of life,

starve 'us' so we can keep 'them' unfed. 

When the bow is in the clouds,

God has told us we can 

trust the promise and the hope.

Oh, God, help us remember! 

Amen.