Not Into Wordy Petitions to the "Absent Divine"
Let us move to a time of quietness, a time of thanks for the gifts of the whole cosmos. Let us close our eyes and quieten our minds, heightening the other gifts of the senses we enjoy.
We recognize the presence of an imminent spirit in every loving act. And in each such act, a seed of selflessness is planted that might grow richly, fervently, abundantly in yearning hearts.
It is a simple choice to grow in love, yet it is never easy. The World is impatient for decision and action. Making space to see, hear, smell, touch and taste this imminent spirit is not a luxury the World often affords. We are thankful for our awareness of the need for discernment. May we support each other, building resolve to wait for your wisdom.
We are thankful, as we grow ever more aware of how to wait on such wisdom, that this wisdom comes ...so often in ordinary ways.
So we are thankful for our sense of sight. And at the sight of poverty in our streets and on our television screens, we ask how our gifts - seemingly tiny against the scale of the problem - can nevertheless be a force for good?
We see, we discern and our spiritual wisdom grows.
So we are thankful for our sense of taste. At the taste of fresh fruit, may we understand there are places where children have never tasted fresh fruit - and we understand that justice is somehow about stepping into the other's shoes.
We taste, we discern and our spiritual wisdom grows.
So we are thankful for our sense of smell. At the smell of car fumes, we wonder whether our rush to get from point a to point b is fair to those who make their homes on hundreds of small, vulnerable atolls around the World.
We smell, we discern and our spiritual wisdom grows.
So we are thankful for the sense of touch. At the touch of a hand much older than our own, we understand that our differences of opinions with our elders are the product of a wholly different set of circumstances.
We touch, we discern and our spiritual wisdom grows.
So we are thankful for the sense of hearing. And at the sound of a baby's cry, we know that so much of our whole life is about being heard, and how unfulfilling it can be to not be heard.
We hear, we discern and our spiritual wisdom grows.
In a moment of quietness, name up the things for which you give thanks, faithful that in the way the imminent spirit moves, you can find - in discernment - a faithful way to use these gifts.
Our prayers envelop this place and its creatures today and all the gifts that that place and those creatures bring to the World. May this be a place where spiritual wisdom pours in all of the ordinary ways of life such that "the Christ" - the sense of divine always imminent - might be known here.
Amen

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