Holy God, like a potter, you reached into the mud and shaped a new form - us. As a mother, you loved and nurtured us into your people. With your holy imagination, you dreamed up mountains and clouds, rabbits, kangaroos, and creatures in the sea. With the power of your Word, you spoke your imagination into being. In the fullness of time, your holy expression - your Word and Wisdom - came to us as a peasant healer, who by his example and through his life showed us what being your children can look like. When he left us, he breathed into us your Breath, the same Breath that hovered over chaos at the beginning of time. And by his Breath, he never really left. You are the most Perfect One, the Ground of Being, the Perfect Relationship. We praise you, and we seek to see this world as you do, to tend its broken places, and to labor as you do to heal the brokenness found in your most precious creation. We pray in the name of the Triune God. Amen.
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