God of miracles and space-spinning stars,
God of autumn leaves and leaping lizards,
God of the beauty of the Earth
And all things great and small,
Turn your spirit loose in our midst.
The world cries out around us
to heal the earth
to honor the disinherited
to hold the hurting
to hear the heartbeat of life itself.
How we long to hold all the Earth
in the palms of our hands
and heal its hurts.
How we long to restore it to its original goodness,
where animals, plants and children
grew without endangerment of extinction.
How we log for the peace that is deeper than simply “not war,”
the peace of Shalom, Harmony, Justice, and Partnership.
For this longing lies deep within our cells,
is part of our very essence.
Yet we know our limitations and remember your goodness.
So, open us to the mysterious moving of your spirit.
Open us to your abundance.
Open us to your creativity,
to your fecundity
to your exuberance
to your embrace of all creation.
Open us to trust you at an ever-deeper level
so that we might truly live with praise and pizazz
the life you have given us,
this very life in this very moment,
and so that we might honor and revere all your creation.
image taken by Richard Corson in New Hampshire