One Congregation’s Prayers for President Obama’s Inauguration on Martin Luther King, Jr. Weekend

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To the extent you may want to, I hope that you can join in this prayer.

God bless our President.

  

Author: MARK DANIELS

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  1. I think/hope many can join any prayer for peace and good will toward all. Thank you MD.

  2. Thanks Mark, for sure Dr.E….

    Off topic a bit… will be listening for the Inaugural Prayer again… wonder if it will be a prayer poem as last time?

  3. Amen.

  4. Ordinary:
    The last Inaugural prayer, in 2009, was given by Pastor Rick Warren. The prayer this year will be given by a last-minute replacement for the original choice.

    There was a poem for the last Inaugural and there will be for this one as well. But that’s a separate thing.

    Have I misunderstood what you said?

    The Ohioan:
    Thanks for the “Amen.”

  5. Actually Mark i was not clear… and i meant to say; ‘i will be listening for the poem’…. The 2009 poem by Elizabeth Alexandra…as she presented it came across as a gentle morning conversation/remembrance/contemplation with Source/a help us be mindful prayer…as compared to some of the soaring poems… such as Maya Angelou’s On the Pulse of Morning, that could of been delivered with a full orchestra as it flowed and claimed everything in the streaming river we call the United States…

    Barack Obama’s inaugural 2009 immediately by Elizabeth Alexander’s stirring inaugural poem, “Praise Song for the Day”:

    Praise song for the day.

    Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

    Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

    A woman and her son wait for the bus.

    A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, “Take out your pencils. Begin.”

    We encounter each other in words, Words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; Words to consider, reconsider.

    We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, “I need to see what’s on the other side; I know there’s something better down the road.”

    We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

    Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

    Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

    Some live by “Love thy neighbor as thy self.”

    Others by “first do no harm,” or “take no more than you need.”

    What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

    In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

    On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp — praise song for walking forward in that light

    It is a gentle poem i continue to like in it’s simplicity and reminder to be present, and still find tears in the eyes with each reading.

    Mark did you contemplate the withdraw of Pastor Louie Giglio from the inaugural prayer?

    I often see prayer as poems and poems as prayer…. often a good poem sneaks past the superegoic or egoic petitions and brings the soul to; ‘just as i am’ surrendered, fully present, and receptive to the grace that can be given..

    Just chirping here…don’t know if that cleared up the lack of clarity….

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