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Weaver, thread and pattern

God, the Holy Trinity,
whose dance spins in chaotic order,
so grace our living as one and many
that we define ourselves
not by how we differ,
but by how we blend and weave
in the sparkle of your design.
So may our lives worship you,
weaver, thread and pattern. Amen

John Polhill

Litany for creation

The pain of the earth is raw,
like the pain of a mother
whose children are torn
from the softness and warmth of her breast.

The creatures of earth are torn
from the land
their ancestors roamed,
from the source of their health and renewal.

Humankind has been tearing the earth
and burning without limitation;
we consume the fruits of the fields,
pollute the rivers and streams.

And so creation is bound
in a terrible cycle of death
denying God’s promise to each creature
held close to her heart