The serious and sometimes satirical reflections of a priest, poet, and pilgrim —
who knowing he has not obtained the goal, presses on in a Godward direction.
Build up your mount above the hills;
to nations joined with Godly wills
send forth your truth from Zion.
Recast our swords to plow the fields
that they may bear the fruit peace yields
and we depart from warring.
Jesus, Savior,
Lord, we wait your soon arrival;
Maranatha!
On you hangs our sole survival.
Tobias Haller BSG, after Isaiah 2:1-4
To the tune Wie schön leuchtet, suggested as an additional verse to the hymn, “How brightly shines the morning star.”
“a clear-sighted companion.... If you are passionate about the vitality of today’s church, I encourage you to accompany him on his mystagogical excursion into the liturgical landscape. You will rediscover a familiar place rife with fresh provisions planted by the God who longs to feed our deepest hungers and hopes.” —Jay Koyle, chair, Faith, Worship and Ministry of The Anglican Church of Canada
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"Zion" and "warring": is it just me, or does anyone else hear a finely burred Scottish accent reciting this? ;-)###
[As a prayer for Our Economy circa 12/5/08, it's spot-on, Tobias: "sole survival" :-/]
Very fine, Tobias.
I say, "Into the hymnal!". An insert, perhaps?
Lovely, Tobias, thank you.
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