As the light of dawn awakens earth’s creatures and stirs into song the birds of the morning so may I be brought to life this day. Rising to see the light to hear the wind to smell the fragrance of what grows from the ground to taste its fruit and touch its textures so may my inner senses be awakened to you so may my senses be awakened to you, O God.
each day in this season I am aware of the comfort and peace surrounding me and my loved ones. More acutely aware of this comfort as I watch, in horror, at the war unfolding before us. When there are no words, I give thanks for prayers offered by others, such as this prayer by Steven Charleston—-
Let my heart be a shield, Spirit of Mercy, that with every breath I take, I am praying for this madness of a war to be ended. Let your justice prevail, but first let the power of your love be released on the thousands who need your help. The mothers and children, the elders, the fragile ones and the fearless ones: open the doors of your grace wide to receive them, Spirit. Give wisdom and integrity to those who lead in us in every land. Let each of us do our part in this sad and longing hour, that future generations see how love is never absent, even in the deepest conflict. Do not let sacrifice go unnoticed or valor ever be forgotten. Let my heart be a shield, let it cover the ones in danger, let it protect the innocent. Do not let my words be in vain, Great Spirit, but quickly gather your people, gather them in your strong arms. Bishop Steven Charleston
Living as prayer. I think that is when I am at my best. Because seeing through prayer provides a remarkable clarity. Not in the doctrinal sense, but because it is, at best, the lens of a love for every tattered inch of this earth.