O Belovéd of the Beloved, pure being and clear light, you have no eyes yet you see every microbe churning the soil. You have no ears, yet you hear every child laugh and infant cry. You have no hands, yet every nesting bird rests in the palm of your hand. You have no feet, yet your footprints are everywhere on rock and sand. You have no breath, yet the winds drive boats across the sea, and the dry leaves shuffle. You are nowhere and everywhere. But we have eyes and ears, hands and feet. Guide us in their use that the soil remains rich, the bird sings, the child laughs and the earth breathes with contentment. Life is your gift; destruction our sin. Lead us to life.
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