As dawn breaks, my fingers of both hands curled about each other and I marveled at their slimness, their ability to elicit the feel of themselves, each digit wrapped around the other.
And I felt that nothing, no other world would ever make me feel such blessedness in my hands’ ability to do so many things over the course of a life.
To kneading bread, to winding the yarn, to smoothing the brow of my very sick child and have him telling me later that it helps him sleep.
Everything I touch holds a lesson for me. The square inch of soil I spooned with young hands yielded secrets kept from generations.
The eyes of a child as my hands embraced young shoulders tells me what went into their ancient heritage. And I grasp their hands in mine and convey my love by touch.
I would use these hands to mold and make and set trends never before thought. I see the beauty of the great god in the blending of these human genes and see the perfect Adam and perfect Eve emerging and see the virtue in the making and the doing of the homely tasks that will start the holy process once again. And I will open my arms and spread my hands to grasp the youngest by my hip and be grateful for hands that show
how very much I can love on this planet called Earth.
Spring Prayer. . .
As we enjoin the Universal Spirit to entrust
with another spring, another resurrection, awaken
within us the desire to nurture the world
that has nurtured us.
Let our hearts lead us to that place
where we intuitively cherish the mother who feeds
and clothes us and gives sustenance. Let us
not forsake our responsibilities to those yet unborn,
whose futures we have already mortgaged.
Blessed Spirit, enliven our curiosity about our daily world,
remind us that the bird’s song needs our acknowledgement and praise,
that the sun needs our greeting and night wishes it bid good.
As we nourish those of our commitment, speak to us of our commitment
to the home we know, our planet Earth. Let our love guide us
to make beautiful, to make secure and to guard diligently
what has so faithfully harbored us.
In love we pray, amen and amen.
2 responses to “In Love We Pray. . . amen and amen. . . .”
Claudia, from my heart it is. I am glad you found it to be so. Thank you.