Wild Mustang: Lover of Soul and Inviter to the Dance

Poem for Camp Gilmont: Come and Connect   I sense in me and in others a deep yearning  to connect and experience and know God, the one who creates us, calls us and gives our lives meaning. In this yearning is the desire To have extended moments, A time for listen and being and learning with Christ That is outside of our normal routine. This is Gilmont I sense in me and in others a desire To connect and know others In ways I cannot through emails and meetings and lunches. I want to be known and to know others Deeper than just their names or the work they do or where they live. I want to encounter their soul and they encounter mine. This is Gilmont I sense in me and in others a profound wanting To connect with myself. To be willing to be present with me Beyond the distractions of everyday life. To bring together all the scatter pieces of me That run in many directions. I want some way to see me, know me. Truly love me and be loved

Prayer of  Lament Oh Lord, who is ever before me, beside me, behind me, and within me, In this time of deepening awareness of the brokenness of racism in our land, I  lament :             How often I have looked outward to see racism yet have failed to look within;             How complex and messy racism is and how difficult to address.             How little I have truly done in the midst of all I see;             How I often did not know what to do when I am aware of the deep pain of racism;             How often I have been speechless when a word was needed;           How again and again, Blacks end up dead at the hands of the police who have sworn to protect;             How again and again police are faced with life-threatening situations that end with life being lost;              How Black parents have to find the words to give their kids "the talk" on how to come home safe.             How racism has been part of the fabric of this countr