Easter Day Collect
O Risen Christ,
Your agony on the cross
Was the birth pangs of a new creation;
Give us the courage of the women
Who first discovered your empty tomb,
That we may marvel with them
At the wonder and glory of your resurrection
And proclaim that glory to others;
In the name of the Source, the Word and the Spirit. Amen.
credit: from “Women’s Uncommon Prayers”
An Easter Psalm
C1: Hail, O Resurrected Hope, spilling over the hills of our grief
like the blush of a new day dawning.
C2: Hail, Sudden Sabbath Surprise, spark of fire in our verbal ash,
cognitive flash like the fleeting glimmer of recognition in a newborn baby’s eyes.
C1: The Word is risen, the miracle continues, sing amen, alleluia!
C2: The Song is risen, the music continues, sing amen, alleluia!
C2: Happy the feet that dance the Good News in the civilized streets of the nations.
C1: Happy the heart that hears and tells of Easter at all the village wells, country pumps,
steel cells, ghetto dumps, where so much of life lies buried.
C1: Praise the One Who is raised to life, let the trumpets break their silence in articulated creeds.
C2: Praise the One Who raises to life a community of believers with a fanfare of impossible deeds.
C1: Christ is the One Who gives wings to our freedom, lifting our inner selves higher than wild birds borne by the will of the wind.
C2: Christ is the free fall of faith unencumbered by guidelines or more guarantees.
C1: Hail, O One Who is warm to our touch, neither death nor doubt can contain You.
C2: Hail, O One Who eludes our touch, only by faith can we know You.
credit: from M.T. Winter “Woman Word”
The Cree word for “peace” - chiyamayitamowin - is “a description of the moment in the spring when after a rain, all is fresh and green as the sun emerges...as though ...all of creation is gathering its forces to surge forward to grow, blossom and push toward fruition with the single focus of becoming all it was meant to be.”
credit: Caleb Lawrence
on this day of days
You change your clothes of mourning
for a robe of rejoicing,
Your shirts, green as the spring grass,
sparkle with dew drops in the rising sun,
and blossoms of morning glory
spill from your apron as You swirl.
Erase from us the fear of death
in all its forms:
that, opening to new life,
we bloom and grow in the warmth
of your love;
Mother of All, Risen One, Spirit of Joy; Amen
credit: from M.K.S. Schmitt “Seasons of the Feminine Divine”
May the God who shakes heaven and earth,
whom death could not contain,
who lives to disturb and heal us,
bless us with power to go forth
and proclaim the gospel; Amen.
credit : Janet Morley “All Desires Known”