The canyon bleeds, then deepens and darkens ... A sliver of white moon in the east. Thin Light spills into the gorge and the river sings an ancient song. At the edge of shadow, night: dark stone, pine scent, water, cascading Light.
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God, Creator and Sustainer of Life, we the living praise You; our hearts and our flesh sing for joy as we join with all creation in a canticle of Thanksgiving for the blessings of the universe, the habitat of all that lives.
Forgive our wanton and wasteful use of those good and precious resources entrusted to our care. Send forth Your Spirit, renew the earth as You renew its caretakers, for we and all of creation cry:
Come, Creator Spirit! Come, Soul of the Universe! Come, Source of all that Lives! Come, live in us! Amen!
~ from WOMAN PRAYER WOMAN SONG by Miriam Therese Winter