Fourth Sunday of Advent Worship

Prayer by Rev. Sarah Speed |
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WHERE I SAW GOD LAST

The dimple in your right cheek,
the child playing peek-a-boo from his stroller,
the abuelita who spends her afternoons
in the park by 86th; the teenagers on the subway
who cannot control their laughter; Neil, my neighbor,
who always asks about you, the mother who whispers
a dozen times a day, thank you, Jesus, thank you, Jesus, thank you, Jesus; the saxophone player at
42nd street, the poets,
the artists, the garden volunteers; the metro car driver
who sticks his head out the window to make sure were all aboard; the man who gave up his seat on
the subway, the kid in the
dinosaur pajamas who cannot be convinced theyre not
school attire; the teachers, the nurses, the taxi cab drivers;
the woman at the end of the block with her yappy dogs and her
books in the window, the lovers that lay sprawled out on park blankets,
the runners, the daydreamers, the sidewalk chalk artists;
John from upstairs whose favorite flowers are yellow tulips, the Persian man at the grocery who tells
me to be safe when I leave,
my grandmother in Georgia; my neighbor, the stranger; thank you, Jesus, thank you, Jesus, thank you,
Jesus.