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| Garden, Pierre Bonnard, 1935, NY Met |
God of the equinox, spring or vernal, autumnal or fall,
We ask You to bless the light and the dark in our days,
Our country and world.
In our country shine your light on the evil being done in Your name
To Your sorrow and ours expose and defeat with our help and Yours.
Make us one with You and Your Word
So that in our fear of wars and rumors of wars we remain steadfast
In action and faith, resisting always each in our given way.
In this time when the sun hovers over the earth to equal day and night
And the song birds return to lift the universe with sounds only theirs,
(The first of Your creation to sound the alarm of hope),
Teach us to use all Your resources--insect, bud and bloom, refreshing rain,
Green and yellow, purple too as imperatives to follow your Holy call.
Inspire us to turn despair to action.
Out my window is dancing, spring is dancing, days longer just for the dance.
Forsythia are dancing, redbud are dancing on roadsides.
Lenten roses are taking a bow.
We hear Your invitation to join this sacred dance.
To sing songs of protest if we wish, to march with signs of Love Conquers Hate.
To become peacemakers without falter.
To remember that every dictator dies ignominiously and alone.
But we with our Lord, doing the tasks that our faith assigns us,
Shall grow this Spring with the flowers, using Your strength to restore Your world.
For this we pray in Your name O Lord. AMEN
