For the readings for Assumption this past Sunday, combining Revelations and the Magnificat:
Your soul once magnified the Lord; your spirit sang for joy, but can you show him in this world when so much is destroyed? You sang, and then you wailed aloud: the dragon swept down stars, and are you wailing even now within this world of ours? One infant leapt to share your joy, but others now lie still. Oh, hold them as you did your boy upon that dreadful hill! Your kinswoman, she sang with you— now others join your wail to weep for those cut down too soon, struck by the dragon's tail. How can your music still resound beneath our blood-red skies? The mighty have not been cast down; the poor have yet to rise. But sing again, O Mother kind, and weep aloud with us, until that day dawns for the blind that God remembers us.
Kate Bluett 