April 15, 2020

Sonnets of Worship during COVID-19: a Corona

These Sonnets are written to follow the order of worship and can be used by individuals for personal reflection, or in worship with households, small groups, or full congregations interspersed throughout worship or as a poetic offering.

While these days we readily associate the word Corona with the COVID-19 virus, in English literature it has another meaning entirely. Bethany explains:

“A Sonnet Corona or a Crown of Sonnets is a linked sonnet sequence in which the last line of each sonnet is the first line of the next. The final line of the final sonnet is the same as the first line of the first sonnet. Thus, the sequence forms a crown as it circles back to the beginning. Another devotional example of this is by John Donne. It seemed appropriate to reclaim the word “corona” and use it to glorify God, the King of Kings, who remains crowned and sovereign despite the coronavirus.”

The Call to Worship

People of God in whom are you trusting?

We hear the call familiar; eyes resist

the upward glance and turn to screens, persist

in fear, seduced by its excitement, lusting

for gods who show us charts and give us lists.

In panic, purpose can be found, a way

to hold the knowledge of our sin at bay

and on our own importance to insist.

         People of God, let all such idols turn to dust

The Lord calls you, so harden not your hearts

against his offered rest; lift up your eyes.

We hear the call which must disrupt our lives

We pause; we blink; we sigh; our lips we part:

         Our help is in the Lord in whom we trust.

God Greets Us

Our help is in the Lord in whom we trust

to lift us from the ordinary dread

of news—too much, too late—about our heads

of state who dither, posture, preen: august

persons by whose conflicting speech we’re led

but never blessed. Greet us, our Lord of love.

To you be grace and peace from God above

and from His Son arisen from the dead

         and from the Holy Ghost. No patter here,

no boasts of plans or angling for votes

instead his quiet confidence removes

the burden from our backs—the need to prove

our duty. Us with grace and peace He coats;

         the loved unlovely now can turn from fear.

We Greet Each Other

The loved unlovely now can turn from fear

of friends and foes alike and being blessed

now bless. But distance intervenes and tests

the ties that bind, and severed is the dear

communion of the saints. Our love repressed

by isolation seeks new ways and means

to pass the peace of Christ. Like Ruth who gleans

in Boaz’ field alone, we too have left

         familiar faces, choosing exile out

of love, a love that shuns in order to

embrace. My friends, let us show love that gleams

with grace, united by the threat that seems

to wrench apart this body. Church, renew

         the garden of your faith amid this drought.

The Call to Confession

The garden of your faith amid this drought

is filled with stones, with briars overgrown.

People of God, confess your thirst; your bones

lie scattered in the wilderness; cry out

for restoration, for the body blown

apart to be enfleshed again; desire

the painful grace of resurrection’s fire;

smear ashes on your brows; lift up your groans.

         For you were hungry and you would not eat

and you were thirsty but refused to drink.

Repent your choice of lower over higher;

and turn to God whose mercies never tire.

He stands prepared to pull you from the brink,

         from Him forgiveness, healing now entreat.

We Confess Our Sins

From Him forgiveness, healing now entreat

we: we confess that we have sinned in thought

and word and deed—we’ve not done what we ought

and we have done what we ought not; deplete

our stores of self-sufficiency and clot

our arteries of pride. Have mercy, Lord

upon us, sick with Adam’s virus. Word

made flesh, pity flesh grotesque with rot.

         We crave your medicine of blood and bread,

your gifts of death which lead to life,

a precious sustenance we need not hoard

as it is found abundant at your board.

In this strange meal we find an end to strife:

         on broken flesh, flesh broken having fed.

The Assurance of Pardon

On broken flesh, flesh broken having fed

receive you now assurance of his grace:

The day is coming soon when in this place

to all my people healing I will spread—

and empty streets I’ll fill; in vacant space

I’ll pour the sounds of laughter; songs of praise

will echo in the city square. In those days,

declares the Lord, to them I’ll turn my face.

         The fortunes of your land I will restore

so flocks will graze again and vineyards burst

with grapes. The fields no longer lie in waste

but rich with harvest. People of God, taste

His bread of hope, His springs will quench your thirst.

         Now give Him thanks and praise forevermore.

We Respond in Gratitude

Now give Him thanks and praise forevermore

for all that He has done and yet will do:

For time alone to rest and to pursue

our home-bound hobbies, tasks ignored; and for

technology that reconnects us to

those out of reach and keeps untouched in touch;

For bits of beauty: sprigs in bloom and clutches

of birds in song; For nurses, doctors who

          at cost to self persist in treating ill,

protecting those at risk. For all these things

we give you thanks, O Lord. Your hand

which shaped us out of clay, which planned

and placed each star, sustains us now. Your wings

          cover your Church with love and with goodwill.

The Prayers for Intercession

Cover your Church with love and with goodwill

in this our time of need. Let us pray to

the Lord. Lord hear our prayer. For fears subdued

amidst a global crisis, peace to fill

the anxious hours (we click, we read, we brood)

by quiet waters lead us in your care.

Let us pray to the Lord. Lord, hear our prayer.

For friendship felt by those in solitude--

          be thou our Shepherd with us on this way,

a lonely, dark, and dismal valley looms

ahead; assure and guide us through. Help us

with hope await the coming day and trust

that in your father’s house are many rooms.

          Lord, give us ears and hearts for you we pray.

The Word Proclaimed

Lord give us ears and hearts for you we pray.

Hear now: the Word became a man—interred

the infinite, his glory, suffering turned

and into death the source of life. So may

we life instead of death exchange. God spurned

his son so He might never us. And yet

we see disease and death a daily threat.

We pray, we long, we yearn for His return.

          But contemplate this mystery: the Word

among us now—not then or soon, but now:

Not leave nor ever shall I you forsake;

you share my cross, in your cross I partake.

This suffering grace made evident in how

          our hearts restored, your message having heard.

The Benediction

Our hearts restored your message having heard,

now let your servants go in peace. Receive

the parting blessing of the Lord: Friends, leave

behind your dread and doubt; may you be stirred

up in the hope and faith that God will weave

even these days of pain and loss and fear

into a tapestry of Glory. Dearly

beloved, although the road is long, believe

          God goes before to guide us; protecting

us from behind; beneath us God supports;

beside God walks as friend. Church, do not be

afraid. Depart this place in peace, set free

to love, to serve each other and the Lord,

          people of God, in whom you are trusting.

Dr. Bethany Besteman is the worship coordinator and church administrator at Silver Spring Christian Reformed Church in Maryland where she lives with her husband and son. She also works as the intake editor for Reformed Worship.