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| Editor's Foreword | |
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| Preface | |
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| And then you - Facing God | |
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| And then you | |
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| At the dawn | |
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| You live at the hinge | |
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| Stunned by the morning | |
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| We wait for you to ache | |
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| You ... and therefore us | |
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| A thousand, a million, a trillion tongues | |
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| For how you hope | |
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| We say "Yes, yes" | |
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| You with ears bent close to our lips | |
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| The other side of the street | |
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| Not at our beck and call | |
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| You sweep away what we treasure | |
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| No more sinking sand | |
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| Before the day is out | |
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| Three times holy | |
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| The place where you are curbed | |
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| Our true home | |
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| A people with many secrets - Truth-telling confession | |
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| A people with many secrets | |
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| Like an endless falling | |
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| We treasure what you end | |
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| Not always for you | |
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| You who command | |
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| We also live double lives | |
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| An answering and refusing | |
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| Yours, and not ours | |
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| We are takers | |
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| Fashioning better guarantees | |
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| The God we would rather have | |
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| But now you know | |
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| Even on such a day | |
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| Against your absence - A hidden God | |
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| Against your absence | |
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| Our despairing hope | |
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| No newness yet | |
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| You are known in hiddenness | |
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| You stay hidden within that misery | |
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| With or without you | |
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| Against a closed sky | |
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| We are ready to listen - For illumination | |
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| We are ready to listen | |
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| Your command is garbled | |
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| Ears but do not hear | |
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| We would know more of you | |
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| The voice we can scarcely hear | |
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| The din undoes us | |
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| The grace to be haunted | |
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| Give us Saturday ears | |
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| Reach us | |
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| That we may change | |
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| Re-text us | |
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| Move off the page - While reading texts | |
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| Move off the page | |
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| Before us | |
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| We try, as best we can, to live by bread alone | |
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| You turn tables | |
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| Teach us how to weep | |
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| Your world-forming speech | |
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| Your word | |
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| Our mother tongue | |
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| How you inhabit this text | |
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| Your new news | |
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| After the bitterness | |
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| When the world spins crazy | |
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| The poems conflict us | |
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| Soak our lives in it | |
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| Alabaster cities | |
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| We are children of another world | |
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| Awed to heaven, rooted in earth - For the church in mission | |
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| Awed to heaven, rooted in earth | |
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| Not the God we would have chosen | |
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| Re-brand us | |
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| And we are different | |
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| A hard, deep call to obedience | |
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| Yes | |
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| We do not want to be arrested | |
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| Do not fear | |
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| Give us appropriate yielding | |
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| We are much drawn to circuses | |
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| Our right names | |
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| Be our primary disease | |
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| The anguish and burden of the message | |
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| With all the graciousness we can muster | |
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| Deliver us from amnesia | |
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| Demanding all, not too much, but all | |
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| Kingdoms rage ... and we are called | |
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| Move us beyond ourselves | |
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| Start again - For a bruised world | |
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| Start again | |
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| The threats do not wane | |
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| Their plowshares are beat into swords | |
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| Reform our deformed lives | |
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| Work your wonders | |
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| In the midst of all the pushing and shoving | |
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| Come to our shut down places | |
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| We are all in hock | |
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| While the world says "not possible" | |
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| We are not self-starters | |
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| Be your powerful, active, sovereign self | |
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| Friday is your day of entry | |
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| Into our several hells | |
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| Is there a balm ... in Gilead or anywhere? | |
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| Ours is a seduced world | |
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| Ceding our end to you | |
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| We will not keep silent - Cadences of gratitude | |
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| We will not keep silent | |
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| You give ... and we receive | |
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| The God who yearns and waits for us | |
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| The gratitude we intend | |
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| We are second and you are first | |
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| With you it is never "more or less" | |
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| Giver, Giver, Giver | |
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| Larger than fear | |
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| We notice your giving | |
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| Occupy our calendars - Praying the Christian Year | |
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| Occupy our calendars | |
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| The grace and the impatience to wait - Advent | |
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| In violence and travail - Christmas | |
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| There is a time to be born, and it is now - Epiphany | |
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| Not yet as light as hope - Shrove Tuesday | |
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| Loss is indeed our gain - Lent | |
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| Revise our taking - Lent | |
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| Or did we get it wrong - Lent | |
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| In the name of the bruised one - Holy Week | |
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| Held back - Holy Week | |
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| The pivot of hope - Maundy Thursday | |
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| The terrible silencing we cannot master - Good Friday | |
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| Not the kingdom of death - Easter | |
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| We are baffled - Easter | |
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| You who stalk the earth with new life - Easter | |
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| But not held - Easter | |
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| Easter us - Easter | |
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| To make things new that never were - Pentecost | |
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| We wait ... but not patiently - Reign of Christ | |
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| In these very late days - Reign of Christ | |
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| Index of biblical references | |