When we feel fragile in spirit, in body, let us quiet our mind.
When struggle threatens to swamp us,
Let the voice within us whisper,
like the soft breeze that tickles our ears,
like the rain that falls onto our face.
Let the voice within us speak gently,
so that we do not pull tight the scarf around our neck,
or wrap our arms tight around our body,
or bow our heads so we do not see.
Speak gently,
so that we open our eyes,
fling wide our arms,
extend our palms: accept love.

When we reach out our hand
to caress a baby’s cheek,
to grasp our neighbor’s hand,
to place coins in the plastic cup on the sidewalk,
let us remember the indescribable wonder,
the flow of energy between us,
all beings, the cosmos;
between us and the Holy.
May we be awake to the splendor
that we co-create with the Divine,
in each moment,
all the days of our lives.