A Prayer for Epiphanies

Dear God, who made the rocks just the way they are,
rising from the earth;
Who made the stars just the way they are,
red stars dying and new stars being born;

Who made the wind just the way it is,
bending a tree or breaking it;
Who made the waters just the way they are,
cold soup running with live ingredients;
Who made the mule deer just the way it is,
stepping from forest shade into meadow light;
Who made the gray mole just the way it is,
digging deep;
Who made us, who made me, just the way I am,
blood-filled and trembling, trying to move:

How do I love myself with your love?
Speak to me now, I beseech you.
How do I love others with your love?
Speak to me now, I beseech you.
How do I love You with your love?
Speak to me now, I beseech you.

Amen  

                    

Prayer excerpted from Stumbling Toward God, A Prodigal’s Return, by Margaret D. McGee.