Source of Love,
from which we all have come,
and to which we shall all return,
in these days when the ties that bind us together
are ever more visible,
drawn closer by a shrinking, crowded world,
we chafe, and pull away,
afraid of the human kin tethered to our side.
We walk and run and fly apart
only to find ourselves tied tighter than before.
Acts of violence hurt us all, and yet we each persist
The web of life is sticky and awe-some,
it promises and threatens
the guarantee of our shared fate.
And we are sore afraid.
Love, let us turn at last and always to you.
Balm to our fear, rest to our struggle,
path to our wholeness and promise of peace.
Help us to transform the ties that bind,
from tethers of captivity into roots of flourishing.
Open our hearts at last to each other,
that we might find partner where once we saw threat,
sibling where once we saw stranger,
and Beloved in the face of each and all.