In the beginning agains,
as in the going ons,
Your spirit sweeps over the face of our being,
hovers over the depths of our living,
rides the waves of circumstance—
ever speaking words of blessing
within the order of routines and responsibilities,
within the confusion, the doubts and the stress
of life and relationships—
within the chaos of the unexpected and the out of control—
always forming hope in possibility—
creating a new reality
into which we might live
on earth as it is in heaven.
That would be good, wouldn’t it?
May it be so.