Then Joseph got up, took the child and his mother by night, and went to Egypt. – Matthew 2:14

God of the Diaspora,
circulating and scattering the peoples
around a center that never seems to hold
long enough for them to come together;
send us on our way when home falls apart
or when the water rises from the deep
or when the sky rains hailstones and fire
or when the brutes sharpen their swords
or when tongues of flame burn us with words
that threaten to undo us where we are.
Amen.