A Morning Prayer

I awakened with the beginning of a prayerbeing formed in my not-yet-fully-awake state. Inlet te words play on the edge of consciousness until Irealized that I needed to get up, open my iPad, and compose the prayer that was wanting to be prayed within me.  Here is that prayer:

O God, you are known in the depth of human experience—a growing intuitive insight, a yearning and burning in the human heart that calls me toward a more profound self-interest embracing peace and tender justice for all. When I awaken from the slumber of narrowed vision that sees only my wants and needs, hears only the sighs of my own heart, and feels only the wetness of my own tears, my life force dwindles within me. Yet, in the midst of my self-absorption, there is always a stirring. The tears (sobs) and tears (pains) of the ones Yeshua called the poor upset me. Mother Nature, in her own inimitable way, continues to tap me on my shoulder, bidding me to pay attention to the consequences of my ravenous consumption. Ever so slowly I have come to hear those stirrings as a call—a world-transforming message that will not let me go without a response. It is the call to follow in the footsteps of Yeshua, to renew and rebuild the world through peace and tender justice—no divine master plan to guide us; only a deep desire for a world where “The wolf will live with the lamb, and the leopard will lie down with the young goat; the calf and the young lion will feed[a] together, and a little child will lead them.” So be it!