Magnificat Exploration 2018

By Rev. Debra McKnight

My Soul magnifies the Lord and dances in the dream of God’s great Love,
opens eyes to the vulnerable and sets the oppressed at liberty,
for God looks with favor on the lowly.

My soul dreams for a day when a mother’s great worry is getting kids to school on time,
scheduling dance class or
deadlines for what ever summer camp sets her sweet ones heart on fire.
rather than tear gas, gangs and genocide
without one thought to the old echos of poverty,
without one worry about where the next night will be or
if the food will be enough to nourish a hungry tummy.

My soul dreams for a day when fathers weigh heavy under his words
of encouragement and growth,
rather than the burden of the ransom they might have to pay
or the risks of a long road to safely or the paper work they need
or legal systems build for privilege of some other race,
some other face, some other religion.

My soul dreams of grandmas who dance and tell stories of peace and prosperity
Grandmas who breathe grit and whisper, “you can be anything you want to be”
without one thought to the news of the next school shooting
or brown face gunned down with tax payer dollars or
transgendered teen left broken, battered and abused.

My soul dreams of grandpas who build swing sets and bake good bread,
setting out the seeds for the birds of the air,
saying, “look close to the wisdom of God’s green earth”
without one moment of worry to the polluted air or
500 year storms coming every five or ten.

My soul dreams of aunties and uncles and families made out of friends,
gathered to share in hope and in good faith when the health of one is uncertain
without one moment spent raising funds,
without one hour lost arguing with insurance or
minute squandered debating a fee.

My soul dreams of children crying only for forgotten toys, spilt milk or skinned knees,
asking, “Are we there yet” when the travel is by choice and not fear
and pleading only for another piece of candy or one more book or
one more hug before bed.

My soul dreams of earth as it is in heaven, lowly lifted and hungry filled
My soul sings Mary’s song that the proud, haughty, arrogant and rude
the selfish and small that looms large in this present hell we make
be transformed, utterly changed,
God’s love making all things new and
our hearts making earth as it is in heaven.

© 2018 Rev. Debra McKnight, Urban Abbey