Prayer
The Garden in Brazil
This Morning
After a nightmare
I can’t change,
I awoke in a garden
In love with Eve
And the snake,
Savouring the apple,
Trusting my intuition.
Together at Noon
Totally pursuing
Pinnacle power,
Finding enough to make
A mass difference,
Loving the hard work,
Building not pyramids
But Jerusalem.
This Evening
Eve and I,
Stepping out to celebrate,
Issue an invitation:
Come friends and family
And strangers unknown,
Let us go dancing
On a carnival date.
Now at Night
Let us roost, make love
To create paradise
For kids to come.
Join us now
In this Eden
To sleep well,
Before it’s too late.
A Daily Office
Back to the Garden, A Prophecy | 1. The Peacock in the Garden | 2. The Garden in Brazil | 3. Are You The Gardener? | 4. Spoke the Prophet in Brazil
The Peacock in the Garden
Loitering,
I shriek out a striking call
Shimmering,
I fan out my feathers
Warning,
I array my eyespots
Alarming,
I count human bad luck
Dazzling,
I display my being
Winning,
I convince her
Inspiring,
Let’s do something
Beautiful together!
A Prayer of Oblation
Back to the Garden, A Prophecy | 1. The Peacock in the Garden | 2. The Garden in Brazil | 3. Are You The Gardener? | 4. Spoke the Prophet in Brazil
On the Beach
There was a man who had haunting prophetic visions, so bad he looked out to sea and wished he could swim and be swallowed by a whale. But a mermaid appeared and made him laugh and forget and in the forgetting she reminded him of joy, nature and beaches, that “now” can be paradise and he smiled.
Awake to Ukraine

There is a dawn moment when the heavens are blue and the sun creates yellow above the horizon of the sea and you see a blue with a yellow stripe emerging beneath and at that moment we awake to the flag of Ukraine.
Please get up in the morning and reflect on the sunrise and the values that we wish to arise in us and the values that we wish to grow and we wish to make happen. But the sun will rise quickly and the bright light will blur all and the busyness of the day will flood into our lives and we will forget the point that we need to remember when we awoke.
We can live in horror at one man’s poverty creating destruction on another land, the brutal attack and destruction of the sovereign nation of the Ukraine and systematic murder of its people. And we need to hold that and remember and not forget but we also need to have a horizon that we can look out to and set sail towards. It is a horizon of our values that we want to rise to and we know that are true, are kind, are good, that build a loving and prosperous world. May we see the Ukrainian flag on the horizon at dawn and wake to work throughout the day to make life giving values alive for all.
So I give you a picture, taken from my home in March in 2021 at dawn, showing the sun rising at that moment when the Ukrainian flag can be on all our imaginations as the horizon of our hope. Let us wake, look out and remember Ukraine and the values of wonder in our hearts that we want to make real in the world and decide what sacrifices we will make this day to make wonder come alive for every person in the Ukraine and for every person in the world.
This reflection was inspired by the artist Karen Tusinski who paints stunning pictures of the horizon in Rockport Massachusetts and who has painted a Ukrainian flag on a canvas and placed it in the window of her gallery. I’m asking artists to paint pictures of the Ukrainian horizon to keep us inspired.
The Psalm of Change
Please read like a psalm and pause at each selah (asterisk) *
Slowly we breathe,
- We support a space, singing an ode to “we,” men and women * and however we identify.
Slowly we breathe
- We support a space where we can be open, be imagined by the best in all of us * to do the most for those with the least.
Slowly we breathe
- We support a space safe of no accusation, of no oppression * where anger can arise and blossom into inspiration.
Slowly we breathe
- We support a space for the feminine voice * and for voices to be heard that have not been heard, and for those who have been silenced.
Slowly we breathe,
- We support a space for those who did not hear or could not listen * or would not listen.
Slowly we breathe,
- We support a space for deep and loving reconciliation * for feminine and masculine voices to sing in unison again.
Slowly we breathe,
- We support a space for words that will inspire a thousand years of deeds * that will make a difference.
Slowly we breathe,
- We support a space for faith that enables us to change who we are * and be the loving transformation the greater “we” wants us to be.
Slowly we breathe,
- We support a space to feel the curiosity, to give our names, to add our effort * to leave a loving impression for millennia to come.
Slowly we breathe,
May we become this psalm of change, amen.
I am grateful to Lillie Allen of Be Present for creating and holding a space where I could write this psalm.
Psalm of Change is offered to those who have signed The Mary Manifesto as a way to guide our work.
THE SONGS OF sOPHIa
Dedicated to the Co-Founders of OPHI
Oxford Poverty and Human Development Initiative:
Sabina Alkire & John Hammock
(En español haga clic aquí: LAS CANCIONES DE sOPHIa)
THE SONGS OF sOPHIa
- Wisdom
Sophia, wisdom, she comes to us *
And gently holds our hands.
With your hands *
Count and number things,
Shake hands to make friends, *
Make things that create a better world.
She places her hand on our hearts *
Feeling the number that pulses our life.
Live in your hearts *
And see the lines
That make out the lives *
Of the rich and poor alike.
- The Poor
Accompany me to be welcomed *
Into the home of the poor.
One room with a kitchen behind *
One seat, set aside for you.
You’re offered more food *
Than you can eat,
Wondering how to say “enough” *
Without being rude,
Wondering if you’ve been offered *
The family’s food for a week.
Sophia asks our host to tell her story *
A farmer’s daughter whose
Grandfather gave her *
Her dowry for her education.
She now supports the education *
Of a hundred young women.
How she can afford that? *
You wonder, and she in joy replies
It is the great happiness of her life *
To share what she has.
- The Rich
Come into the place of the rich *
Who are blessed
To live by a number *
The amount of money that they have.
They desire to make a difference *
And are measured in their response.
Asking, “How can I know *
How to make a difference?”
- When We Are Blind
Know when you are blind *
And cannot see
You have your hands to count *
And ears to listen.
You don’t know what it is like *
So you are in the dark,
Like Justice you are blindfolded, *
So live like the blind,
Use your hands *
To count your surroundings.
Gently feel around. *
What do your fingers find?
- Know Your Poverty
Do you find walls in front of you *
Or are you living outside?
When you kneel and touch your floor, *
Do you touch dirt, concrete, planks or carpet?
What food are you preparing? *
Do you have enough for the day?
For the week? For your family? *
Careful! Don’t burn your hands,
Are you cooking with dung? *
Or wood or fuel of another kind?
You eat a palmful, *
Are you still hungry?
Checking your child’s head for fever. *
How far is the hospital?
In your pocket you feel for your money. *
Can you pay the bill?
How much schooling do you have? *
Does your work speak of learning?
Can you fumble around to find some tools. *
Do you have any for earning?
Thirsty, feeling for a tap, *
Do you have running water?
Is it safe to drink? *
Or you are reaching for your kettle?
Do you boil the hottest tea *
Your mouth can bear?
You need to go so bad.
Do you have a latrine?
Or do you go outside? *
Or pay to go to the village loo?
Outside you stumble on something *
A piece of rubbish,
Rubbish that is never collected *
And is strewn everywhere.
Blind, you know you’ll trip *
Whichever way you turn.
- Know Your Un-Wellness
Even in places where more money grows *
Other forms of poverty emerge,
Is there sickness of the mind? *
Is there sickness of work?
Is there crippling over-indebtedness? *
Is there growing futility
Numbing the senses with despair? *
Is the rage doped up,
Or intermittently lashing out *
In growing cycles of violence?
And know that there are hands *
That measure this lack of wellness too.
- See and Make Progress
When you have counted all these things *
The blindfold will fall from your eyes.
Light will fill your vision *
You will see all the things
That count towards poverty. *
The number Sophia counts
That paints a vivid picture *
For the rich to see the poor,
That says that there is much to do *
And many ways to help.
Sophia returns again and again, *
Counting again and again
For all to see progress *
That delights rich and poor alike.
- Who Comes to Help?
Now the rich can see, *
They wonder how to help.
Sophia kneels in the dirt *
At the unshod feet of
The poorest of the poor *
And with her numbers
She holds the hands of the rich to be there too. *
The rich come as rulers,
People of trade, *
People of medicine,
People of learning, *
And people of building,
All united by Sophia’s number *
That captures the demons of poverty.
- How Can We Help?
First remember, don’t even count *
Unless you plan to make a difference.
Find ways for poor and rich to sit together *
With the numbers as they sink in.
Ask how are our minds opened? *
Do we have space to play with new solutions?
Ask what does Sophia’s counting *
Say about our priorities?
Are we ready for her to come back in *
To measure the difference we’ve tried to make?
As leaders do we give weight *
To Sophia’s equal measure?
- An Alliance of Rich and Poor
Now there’s an alliance of rich and poor *
Who understand one another
To ensure that there is enough *
To make a difference.
This alliance knows that there are *
Three great measures of mankind,
A measure called your heartbeat, *
Counting how we are all equal.
A measure called money *
Counting how we go up in the world
And a measure of Sophia *
Counting how we go down into poverty.
With these three numbers *
We grow in compassion
Together counting *
What truly matters.
- The Balance Scale Breaks
People love to compete *
With one another
To tip the balance with money *
Up in their favour.
Does the other end of the balance *
Tip down?
Showing a decrease in poverty? *
If not what do we see?
A balance scale tipped up with money *
Just for the rich
And the other end that measures poverty *
Not tipped down for the poor.
We see the balance scale is broken *
And Justice weeps.
- The Balance Scale Pivots
Sophia asks those with money *
To set aside enough
To always be able to count poverty *
And ensure the balance scale measures
Increased wealth *
With decreased poverty.
So in the cathedrals of learning *
Sophia invites the rich
To sets aside money *
To keep the brightest minds
Finding counting ways *
To hold the poorest of the poor
In the minds of the richest of the rich *
And to create an alliance between them
To celebrate *
That we all have a heartbeat.
Theme for 2018
Jamie Coats
The Dove
I fly and land where needed,
Where Justice finds her heart hurting,
And we hold the gods accountable,
Opening eyes to her love,
To the love of her,
God.
A Prayer of Oblation
(c) Jamie Coats
24th July 2017
Lit Faithfulness
It’s simpler
Than you think
No mountains
To climb
No epiphanies
To have
No words
To preach
Just buy a box of
Matches
It does not matter
Who you meet
Or what they
Believe
Each has a candle of
Cherished dreams
Invite everyone
Out of the rain
Out of the wind
Out of the sun
Just enough shelter
To pause
Most will not
Stop
They’ll just
Brush you by
Too busy
Too harried
Too ambitious
Too broken
If they give you
The time of day
Ask “Where’s
Your candle?”
Your ask will restore
Candles
Eaten by rats
Long hidden
Denied
Forgotten
Ask who
Rains on them
Blows out their light
Glares too bright
Then give them
The box of matches
Let them
Strike the light
If needed
Cup your hands
Protect the wick
As they
Light the candle
Of their dreams
Let the flickering
Grow to flame
Now listen to them in
Their sacred space
Hear the tales of their
Cherished dreams
Ask
“Is it lit?”
At “yes”
You leave behind
Matches
Not thinking
The Candle Trilogy: Unlit Betrayal | Lit Faithfulness | Faithful Betrayal – Holy Fire
Theme for the Year
(c) Jamie Coats February 2016
In 2017 Episcopal Relief and Development asked to use this poem as a reflection for Palm Sunday.
I wrote this meditation:
On Palm Sunday, Jesus rides into Jerusalem in triumph – on a donkey. He arrives not as the force-wielding conquering hero, but as the man who listens to dreams of every person and says, “you are already loved by God.” The social hierarchy that makes some high and superior and the rest low and inferior is ended. After his arrest we the crowd cry, “Crucify Him!” How dare a man upset our social order by listening to the cherished dreams of every person regardless of rank or status? We may be angry but Jesus asks us to light a candle of prayer. That candle is in all our hearts, including the least and poorest of us.
Egg of Light
In the egg of light
vision to infinity
brilliant white
enveloping my entity.
In the womb undefiled
in the festival of light
dances the ecstatic child
the dance of the day lit night.
Dance of the universe in eternity
in its richness of creation
multiplicity in unity,
enraptured variation
embracing invariability,
in the crystal instant
entirety of reality,
dazzling the infant
with prismatic being
double rainbow
seven colors of seeing,
light of halo.
Child eyes bright
at the clear clouded gem
paradox of delight
tears lighting them.
Blaze of realization.
Thoughts, sparks of light
ignite with no meditation
searing holes of right
thro’ walls of reason,
empowering the symbol
of light to emblazon
the way to be humble.
Beyond all image
no understanding
joy of knowledge
totally unending
The poem was originally titled Friday 24th July 1987
Jamie Coats
The Man in the Noon
I rode Pegasus all morn,
Could have ridden all day,
Instead at noon
We gently come in to graze.
Emma said the Lord of the Manor
Will say unto you, “Work for me
You’ll be fed from my dovecote
Eggs and young fledglings that coo.”
Emma taught me to reply,
“You’ll not want me to work for you.
I’ve been sent to release the dove,
It is what I am called to do.”
I’ve broken into the dovecote,
Picked up the fluffy fledgling,
The one nearly ready for flight,
’tis now in my jacket, peeking out.
Now I throw the young dove
Up into the air.
Up towards the sun.
Squinting, I see it fly.
I call out at the top of my lungs,
If you don’t shoot for the stars
You’ll not land on the moon.
If you don’t land on the moon,
You will not see the whole earth,
So blue and beautiful,
So full of God’s people.
Hold it all in your heart.
Then ride a moon beam back
To perch on Pegasus’ head.
He’ll snort with delight,
Now you coo and I’ll begin to pray,
This noon
I stop
I put down
All I do.
The offering of my work
Is to you, God,
And to my love,
And to all your children too.
Thanks be to God
Who gave me life.
I love the people of this earth,
I’m sorry I judge them so.
Now I call out their names to you.
God, help us, hug us
With our demons
Whom we deny.
Then in your arms
We will know
We’re already loved,
Forgiven, renewed.
Come Pegasus
Did you graze well?
Your new friend the dove
Will guide us seeking.
It is time to fly,
Fluffy fledglings to find,
We’ll go
’till the sun starts to hide.
The prayer in the middle of the poem contains the seven ways to pray in the Book of Common Prayer: 1) OBLATION; 2) THANKSGIVING; 3) PRAISE; 4) PENITENCE; 5) INTERCESSION; 6) PETITION; & 7) ADORATION.