For the Soul
lament, hope, and worship through poetry
“Roughly 33% of the Bible is poetry… songs, reflective poetry, and the passionate, politically resistant poetry of the prophets.”
(Biblical Poetry, The Bible Project)
M25i seeks to hold beauty, name pain, and contend for shalom. “For the Soul” is a series of curated poetry through the lens of biblical justice and mercy.
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The Matthew 25 Initiative exists to equip and sustain Anglicans who are working across justice and mercy organizations and parishes. We see godly, wise, strong practitioners who are called but at times tired, filled with purpose yet lacking ways to recharge. One small way our team desires to refresh those in the trenches of broken places, is by sharing a well-written poem offering beauty in words and imagery.
Why poetry?
All poetry begins with a question — obvious or hidden. It looks at something that is curious, grievous, or mesmerizing. The poet writes and offers readers a specific moment to carefully consider, and if the poet is a master of the written language, they help us purify and refine our common language. Language is so important to preserve and get right, because it’s how we understand, work with, and serve one another.
In the work of justice and mercy, we are threatened with burnout when we lose our ability to see the way things could be and for what we are hoping. Holding a space for poetry makes way for prophetic imagination, or a way of thinking about what needs mending. When we pay careful attention to a poem in a community, we learn to pay closer attention together and to one another.
Join us as we allow poetry to help shape us, giving us space to deal with our grief, hold back cynicism, and hold onto tenderness. In the space of words carefully chosen and edited down to only what you need, we train ourselves to see moments more clearly, and more fully.
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. Proverbs 16:24
For the Soul
42: “Love is Strength” by George MacDonald
Love alone is great in might,
Makes the heavy burden light,
41: “Impatience” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
How can I wait until you come to me?
The once fleet mornings linger by the way;
40: “Molding Interruptions” by Henri Nouwen
What if our history does not prove to be a blind impersonal sequence of events over which we have no control, but rather reveals to us a guiding hand pointing to a personal encounter in which all our hopes and aspirations will reach their fulfillment?
39: “Small Kindnesses” by Danusha Laméris
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
38: “Autumn” by Rainer Maria Rilke
The leaves fall, fall as from far,
Like distant gardens withered in the heavens;
They fall with slow and lingering descent.
37: “Praise to the King of Creation” by Douglas McKelvey
Leader: Our thoughts of you,
O Lord, have been too small, too few—
36: “The Depth of God’s Love” by Billy Crocket
With love that lasts, when time has gone
The night can be transformed to dawn
35: “King Friday XIII's Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” by Mr. Rogers
Scintillate, Scintillate diminutive stellar orb.
How inexplicable to me seems
34: “Keeping Quiet” by Pablo Neruda
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still
33: “The Sacraments” Attributed to St. Francis of Assisi
I once spoke to my friend, an old squirrel, about the Sacraments —
he got so excited.
32: “After the Bitter Nights” by Wendell Berry
After the bitter nights
and the gray, cold days
comes a bright afternoon.
31: “Abide With Me”/ “Be Still and Know”
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens;
30: “For Longing” by John O’Donohue
blessed be the longing that brought you here
and quickens your soul with wonder.
29: “Humble Dazzle” by Gregory Orr
Humble dazzle
Of autumn:
These leaves
On the ground –
28: “'Twas the Night Before a Single Mom's Christmas” by Jennifer Maggio
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place,
Only mom was stirring, as she washed her tired face.
27: “The Folks Inside” by Shel Silverstein
Inside you, boy,
There’s an old man sleepin’,
26: “Starlings” by Randy Stonehill
Riding with my family in the '58 Buick, I can still recall
how we'd drive through the valley to my grandmother's
25: “What is Hope?” by Rubem Alves
What is hope?
It is a presentiment that imagination is more real
24: “Rough Translations” by Jan Richardson
Hope nonetheless.
Hope despite.
Hope regardless.
Hope still.
23: “Flashes of Light” by Henri J.M. Nouwen
People who have come to know the joy of God
claim that the light that shines in the darkness
can be trusted