Wounded world,
Are you sleeping through the pain?
Is your wakefulness consumed by wincing?
Do you look away from the busyness of production and ambition long enough to lick your wounds?

Wakeful world,
We can find the roots of our grief
Untangle each snare and release
Breathe peace long enough to be willing witnesses to each other’s unraveling.

Loving world,
Let us be light on the shadows of this place.
Light that illuminates
that warms
that empowers each of us to find our own loving light.