As an acrostic of storms
accumulates on our news feeds,
their names aligned
like Beelzebub's old-school Rolodex,
we beseech you, O God
of wind and water,
to breathe a calming counter-wind
and send sponge-clouds
to hold the deluge,
so rain is more gently squeezed out
in manageable and absorbable amounts.
As the earth trembles to our south,
gaping wide to swallow portions
of Central American civilization,
we pray for a tangible presence
of your sacred tether, O God.
Give hope to those digging
through the rubble
in search of life.
With and in your strong
but tender hand of comfort,
gently hold the tears
of those buried in the grief
of loved ones lost.
The forests are ablaze, not
with the light of your glory,
O God, but with a consuming
fire of destruction.
You, who created winds
that can be whipped into storms,
we implore you
to breathe extinguishing spirits
and send blanketing rains
upon the woods and neighborhoods,
and all life in peril's path.
May our prayers have hands,
feet, wallets, and hearts
that know not national boundaries,
speaking, acting, giving,
and breaking for all, near and far,
who find themselves
battered and unmoored.
Let us refract your love, O Lord,
through the dispersive prism of grace,
that all may know your rainbow promise.
Wind and water, earth and fire,
all elements of creation's glory;
so let it be imagined;
so let it be intoned;
so let it become.
Selah, selah, selah.
© 2017 Todd Jenkins