A PRAYER…
When grief grips us like a prisoner’s restraint,
our vision beyond the present is bound and diminished.
So many images and stories afflict our spirits
leaving us spent and gasping for the Divine Breath.
Breathe into us, Holy Spirit,
so the shackles of our anguish are no more;
Breathe into the darkness of dismay
a loving kindness that enlivens an inert perspective;
Breathe resurrection into neighborhoods demoralized
by the symbols of suffering
lying in state upon front lawns;
Breathe life into the proverbial dry bones
scattered in the valleys of so many lives.
Breathe into us, Holy Spirit, a vision of what is possible
even when our possible is bound and diminished.
Breathe into us the vision of hope and new life
reflected in the news of an empty tomb.
Amen.
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