God, we thank you for this food. Just as you formed us from the soil, so, too, has this sustenance sprung forth from the dirt. Let us never forget this. We pray for the regeneration of its home, the well-being of its tillers and transporters, and the lives of those who have prepared it. We thank you for this table, those gathered around it, and who they are in this world. Thank you for bringing us together in this place. Let us not take it for granted. Amen.
Category Archives: It All Turns on Affection
a prayer for bedtime
days are busy, impulse flooded, inertia-bound
trains on tracks that i cannot stop. it is
so hard to turn off, away, or toward you.
mold me, if the sunrise comes
into a creature who cherishes my creator,
believes in Her power, sings with the carrion,
and never forgets to look out of the train.
i pray if my body rests here tomorrow
it will have been a beacon of hope
and a vessel of your presence.
a prayer for the creature (me)
i do not pray for the earth
not the soil, the cliffs, or the sea
called to keep and till, we have
ravaged and plundered, forsaken and forgotten
it does not need my prayers
it needs a new me
i do not pray for the earth
i pray for my body, my God
for my senses to be renewed
for my eyes to see your creation
for my ears to hear the wood thrush
for my tongue to taste the berries
for my hands to climb trees
for my feet to feel the silt
for a body transformed by God’ grace
that feels myself as one amongst many
not one above all
created to sustain, not stomp
to sing, not blot
to live in harmony with the birds of the air and lilies in the field
a prayer for the morning
o God
i pray for conviction
to stand when it is easier to sit
to march when it is easier to watch
to give when it is easier to withhold
to create when it is easier to consume
to think when it is easier to react
to love when it is easier to hate
grant me the bravery and courage of those who have gone before me
to stand, to march, to give, to create, to think, and to love
when it is easier to be comfortable
