#Psalm 27:1, 4-9_Tirabassi (January 22, 2023)

I am singing it, singing it, singing it:
God is light; God is salvation,
but there is war in Ukraine,
there is terror in Myanmar,
grieving in Africa, in Yemen,
insurrection in Brazil, 
memory of insurrection in US.

I am singing it, singing it:
God is both a stronghold and beauty,
but there is XBB.1.5 everywhere,
RSV among children, among elders,

I am singing it, singing it:
God is a shelter –
bear-proof tent, unscalable rock,
but all around are storms or fires,
bomb-cyclone, hurricane,
mudslide, earthquake,
disasters from the change of climate.

I am singing it, praying it, crying it:
Come God, let me experience your face,
my heart seeks you. 
Do not hide from us,
do not turn away from us in anger, 
do not cast us off, do not forsake us.

I am glimpsing it, discovering it,
unloosing my hands, opening my life –
for I have found your face.

Your face is on friend and stranger,
your face is on child and elder,
your face is on the doors I don't want to open,
your face is in my broken mirror.

You do not hide from us,
you do not turn away from us in anger, 
you do not cast us off, or forsake us,
for your face is among us and beside us,
suffering with us and strong-holding us,
so we become beauty, light,
tent-flap, high butte,
a source of your salvation.