Paul Weller shares a prayer written during his student days, one in which we may find comfort during lockdown.
Speaking of his prayer, Paul comments:
I should have got organised to send this poem – which I originally wrote in the year after leaving Regent’s as a Theology undergraduate (1974-77) – to the first edition of the newsletter closer given that the first edition was closer to the Easter season and day which was the original inspiration for the poem.
However, having failed to get organised to do that I think and hope that the poem still has some resonance beyond Easter itself in a time of COVID-lockdown.
An Easter Prayer
Lord, they say you came when the doors were closed:
Jesus, we are frightened too.
We are huddled together in our buildings,
And even in our hiding-places we hide.
We are hurt little children of shattered dreams.
Come, Lord Jesus,
Ignore our bolted doors,
Melt our masks,
Stand in our midst,
And heal us.
Lord, we are weary:
Our legs are lead and our voices muffled.
Pied Piper Jesus, play your flute
And lead us in your dance.
Touch our lips,
Take our tongues,
And teach us how to sing again.
Lord, they say you burst out of the tomb:
Let us not watch like we do on a TV screen.
Come, risen Lord Jesus, and bring your Spring-time joy
To fill the dark, dank dungeons of our lives
With your morning radiance.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Paul Weller (1978)
