Great Spirit of Life, Mysterious energy
that moves in and through all things:
Our old unwanted thoughts and habits
lie underfoot like the old leaves
that now begin to fall
on your hillsides.
We may have needed them once,
but no more.
Send the sweet rain
of Your love and compassion
that these old things
may be transformed
into rich soil for new growth.
And as feathery moss awakens
to the touch of rain,
and sends out new, seeking tendrils,
may we be made so fresh, and alive, and alert,
that when we look into each other’s faces
we see… You, shining.