Prayers for the People and the Fishes in the Deep Blue Sea

We are now officially without a minister at Circular Church. A fellow who lives on Sullivan's Island offered this as our prayer of confession and renewal on Sunday.

I drove to church today
In my car, my beautiful Infiniti G35
With six speed manual and 265 horsepower
And balance weight front to back.
An engineer in Kyoto tuned the exhaust:
It growls; it purrs; it does what I want
It goes where I want and as fast as I want
Dare I say, I love this object?

And the oil seeps into the marshes
Of Martinbox Bayou, Christmas Camp Lake
and Mosquito Bight.
The dead pelican smells rotten and oiled.
Its mirrored black eye accuses.
The tar balls beach on Dry Tortugas
Like runaway balloons around Florida
On their way to the Charleston Gyer
To eddy inshore and pop like paint balls on Sullivans,
At my front door

Just desserts; ironic; reaping what is sown --
such obvious cliche; a sophomore's plot --
a send up of early clint eastwood spaghetti

We are thrust into this world
Organized around hydrocarbons
Six billion sucking on the same straw
Six billion driving the Baja without a spare --
We lack the imagination to envision
Another life that does not require genocide for us
to enjoy.
So shamed by our own culpability
We lack the passion to change.

Dear God, make us mindful
of the sacrifices we have required of others to live as we do
Dear God, give us the strength to forgo our privilege
Dear God, let us live in community with all our fellow
creatures, to apprehend the richness of life that is
available to us.
Amen

I think we'll be OK for another few weeks until the new Interim arrives.