Oh, how easy it is to tune out, gloss over, misunderstand, To rush ahead, to hurry, to turn the other way, To lose sight of what is good and just and right. It’s so easy and so wrong. Help us, we pray. Amen.
God, I give thanks for the dear woman Who taught me to look for the heavenly here, To see the sacred, the good, the eternal in the now, And to rejoice and give credit where it’s due. “We need not wait for heavenly blessings," she'd say "They come to us each day.” “So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of his heaven” (Phillips Brooks).
Let all humankind find compassion— Healing hate’s deep festering wounds, Walking in the paths of nonviolence, Standing for what’s sacred and good. Hear our prayer, O Lord, revive us for the task To live out your peace in this world. This meditation can be sung to the tune of Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence (PICARDY)