By Dee Dee Risher
It is the time of gathering in,
pulling lightly the earth,
turning under,
of looking out at dusk
from the door lintel
at the long road,
beckoning or wearying,
and offering gratitude for
every home space;
and every setting forth.
Oh Spirit Holy,
wrap us in silence this one
fragile moment of prayer,
and set us into our day, attentive.
Burn in us, and make us new-born,
newly-woke, resting in you.
Somewhere in this day before us
lies the pearl of great price;
the single, gleaming coin.
Somewhere in this day lies also
the wounded one by the road;
and the second touch,
ready to heal us again.
We draw to you now,
Beseeching.
Our hearts are not proud.
Our judging hands are spread open,
knowing that of which we are capable.
Draw us to our deeps,
O Spirit Who Is, and Who Is Coming,
And let our deepest yearnings
Be joined with yours.
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