Sisters and Brothers, both near and afar, from our tribe or another, of whatever skin hue—whether chalky or chocolate—from Mars or from Venus or places in between: Come, gather round, turn your ear for the better to hear.
The pool of deliverance will soon be astir. A transforming immersion awaits your approach.
Come, all you whose lives have been poisoned with shame and crippled with regret.
The pool of deliverance will soon be astir. A shame-rinse submersion awaits your consent.
Come, all of you whose memories are strangled in anger.
The pool of deliverance will soon be astir. Here the tangles of vengeance are soaked to submission.
Come, all of you whose lives are belittled by failure.
The pool of deliverance will soon be astir. Let your frets be dissolved by a stain-cleansing plunge.
O Breath of Heaven, come hover again o’er these waters of pardon: let new life begin.
Bid us rise and to walk in your wake and your Way, knowing grace is sufficient for each passing day.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Inspired by John 5:1-9a.