Category Archives: Ezekiel

Wellspring of the Holy

Wellspring of the Holy


Hope from the wellspring of the Holy One

Trickling from every direction

Bubbling up, soaking all despair and destruction

In its path.

Plants sucking cerulean sustenance

Like a baby at breast.

Water rising ankle deep

Green buds emerging.

Grace pouring forth from the four corners

Leaving humankind knee-deep In Mystery

And the river of mercy continues to rise.

Roots drinking, blossoms unfolding,

Now chest deep in wonder

At Life opening to sunlight,

Every shade of green and sweet becoming

Fruit for food and leaves for healing.

Water meeting water, flowing from and into the River of Life.

Immersed or sprinkled we are called by name:

Beloved child of God.

Spirit filling our hearts,

Equipping us for evil-wrestling in wilderness places,

Sharing resources in community,

Healing the sick and being at one with those who are invisible,

Keeping us mindful of our baptism –

The mark that propels us into the world

To Love.

©May 26, 2012 Cynthia Langston Kirk

Inspired by Ezekiel 47: 1-12; Mark 1: 9 – 45; Acts 2: 41-47

Leaves for Healing

Leaves for Healing


There’s a tree that offers life

To all creation drawing breath

Gather now leaves of renewal

Choosing life instead of death


God is calling us to mend all

Broken nations on this globe

And the leaves provide the healing

Hope and wholeness, Christ-like love.


There’s a shrub supplying shade

To broken-hearted, desperate souls

Gather now leaves of compassion

Be with those cast out, alone


God is calling us to mend all

Broken nations on this globe

And the leaves provide the healing

Hope and wholeness, Christ-like love.


There’s a vine that flows forgiveness

Second chances, mercy grown

Gather now leaves of redemption

Share communion’s holy home


God is calling us to mend all

Broken nations on this globe

And the leaves provide the healing

Hope and wholeness, Christ-like love.




©June 7, 2012 Cynthia Langston Kirk

Can be sung to Holy Manna tune

Inspired by Genesis 2, Psalm 121:5,

Ezekiel 47:12, Jonah 4:6, Revelation 22:2



Great Thanksgiving – Known and Connected

Great Thanksgiving – Known and Connected

Based on Isaiah 43: 1-4 and John 15: 12-17


The Lord be with you

And also with you

Lift up your hearts

We lift them up to God

Let us give thanks to our Loving Creator

It is right to give our thanks and praise.


It is right to give thanks to you, Holy One, for you formed and redeemed our ancestors of old and saved them from the waters and the fire. You knew them as you know us, intimately and fully. We cannot escape your grace and your love so with the company of heaven we praise your name and join their unending song:

 Holy, Holy, Holy

Heaven and earth are full of your glory

Help and save us, we pray

Blessed is the One who comes in God’s name

Hosannah in the highest.

 Holy are you and holy is Christ Jesus who commands us to loves as he loves. He ate with strangers, reached across every barrier and showed us what it is to be a neighbor.

 On the night before he gave his all for his friends and those who would follow, Jesus took the bread, gave thanks to you, blessed and broke the bread saying:

 Dear Friends, I have called you to the path of love. It is a life-giving journey of purpose and sacrifice. On this journey, love will multiply and broken lives be mended, not because of your plans, but because you abide in my love.

 He then took the cup with gratitude to you and blessed it saying, ”This is the cup of forgiveness poured out for you. Live as forgiven people, free and joy-filled, that lives will be transformed by Love.”

 As we remember your mighty acts in Christ Jesus every time we receive the gift of communion we offer ourselves in praise and thanksgiving as a holy and living sacrifice in union with Christ’s sacrifice for us as we proclaim the mystery of faith:

 Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again.

Pour out your Spirit on these grapes and wheat, on each of us gathered here and upon our faith friends who could not be here today.

Keep us mindful that you are the vine and we are the branches and what we do to one of us, we do to all. Keep us mindful we are yours – created, redeemed and guided by you. Pour out your Spirit upon us that we may grow in our connection and compassion as we minister together throughout the world. All honor and glory we give you, Holy One, now and forever.



                                                © Cynthia Langston Kirk  July 2011


Ezekiel 37 for Today

Ezekiel 37 for Today

 The hand of the Lord came upon me, and God brought me and set me down in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones, parched white bones.  God led me all round them; there were many lying in the valley, and they were very dry and brittle to the point of breaking.  He said to me, ‘Mortal, can these bones live?’  I answered, ‘O Loving Creator, you are the one who knows.’  Then he said to me, ‘Prophesy to these bones, and say to them: O dry bones, hear the word of the Holy One. O addiction and grief, O loneliness and broken relationships, hear what I say.  You who shamed and belittled others and those who have been demeaned, listen to what I say.  This is what God promises.  I will cause breath to enter you and you shall live.  I will lay sinew on you, and will cause flesh to come upon you, and cover you with skin.  And put breath in you, and you shall live, and you shall know that I am the Great Healer.

So I prophesied as I had been commanded.  I preached and I whispered; I shouted and danced to all the pieces and places that were dead.  Suddenly there was a noise, a rattling, and the bones came together, bone to its bone.  I looked, and there were sinews on them, and flesh had come upon them, and skin covered them; but there was no breath in them.  Then God said to me, ‘Prophesy to the breath, prophesy, mortal, and say to the breath: Thus says the Source of Life: Come from the four winds.  Come from the North and the South, the East and the West, O Breath, and breathe upon these who were dead, that they may live.  I called as God commanded me, and the breath came into them and they lived and stood on their feet, a vast multitude.

Then the Great Reconciler said to me, ‘Mortal, these bones are the whole of my children, the ones who were cast out, the ones damaged to the point of death.  They say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are cut off completely.  Our tears evaporated long ago and we lay in the dust of fear and despair.’  Therefore prophesy, show them a glimpse into the future, and say to them, ‘Thus says the One Who Make a Way Out of No Way: I am going to open your graves, open all that has buried you, closed you off and choked life and hope out of you.  I will put my spirit in you and bring you back to the land of the living.


©February 2011 Cynthia Langston Kirk