Invocations

Invocations
Written for my children

I say to Imagination,
let your kingdom come.
Let me see a thousand prodigals
rush down the gullies and into my arms.
Let the earth feel the sharp rocks
drop from their hands like hailstones.

I turn to the Image Nation
Christ calls forth renewing.
Let my flesh unlatch prison doors
and rejoice when Forgiveness runs free.
Let me hear the hammering of swords
and smell the tilling of the earth
and be the lamb I wish to be.