Prayer in the Age of Climate Change
by gregor Y kennedy
Prayer in the Age of Climate Change by gregor Y kennedy All will be well Warbles the nuthatch from Norwich In bird language We don’t understand. We burned its dictionaries To roast our chickens. Palms together Hands wringing As much as these bells Of alarm With their big ball tongues Cut out to make damn sure Nobody’s denied the right Of sleeping. Fear is old and tired It tells the same demented stories ad iram we get angry don’t listen nothing to do with us. There’s a dream Called forgiveness It haunts us in the mourning Like the dove’s heartbreak cooing If we believe we had it We might journal our way back To remembrance. The glass ceiling. The concrete floor. A sense of nowhere to go Much less of home. Yet I know a certain patch of trilliums On the brink of blooming Who gesture with three green hands A universal sign of hope. So true. And equally Not far away The forest fires Have never raged so wild So early.
Greg Kennedy is a retreat facilitator and spiritual director at the Ignatius Jesuit Centre in Guelph, Ontario. He feels the Earth inside him. His Reupholstered Psalms in three volumes are published by Novalis Press.
