Dear Holy Flame,
If ‘Hope is the thing with feathers’, (thank you, Emily Dickinson) 
Then Joy is the thing that flickers!

Spirit of God,
Tune our hearts to hear You.

Help us hear with intention and attention,
Listening longer to those who labor beside us.

Help us hear the weight in the weary words
Of the waiter, grocer, or warehouse worker.

“In Your tender compassion, the morning sun has risen upon us…”— Benedictus

Our Father in Heaven,

May sunrise light
The brilliant beams of Creation’s color:
Pale peach, dusty orange, candy pink, and ruby red
Announce with holy hues
The arrival of this new day.

God,
Who created the twinkling stars
And the warmth of the sun,
The mountains majestic
And the turquoise ocean,

Holy Spirit,
May I live in wonder
Awe beyond words,
For Your Holy Presence and Power.

Father in Heaven
Our desire is to dwell

To make a home
To be at home
To find our home
Here in Your love

Be our Counselor as we listen.
Be our Wisdom as we speak.
Be our Breath as we trust it is your sacred presence
In every breath we breathe.