Tethered, tempted, threatened,
we forget to turn toward you
until it’s almost too late.
Yet you treat us tenderly.
Tremendous Love, let your
heartbeat patrol our streets;
teach us to treasure tall trees
and trust transparent parents.
Trinity of Love, tutor us
today on your story trail.
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Unceasing Love, sustain us.
Release our spirits from this
paralysis of analysis.
We confess self-induced stress.
Stupendous Love, supersede
science and seance; suspend
senescence. Stretch, soothe, loosen us
from senseless sorry sickness.
Shy simple Love, show us how
to sit still, see signs, start songs.
Are you ruling, Love?
Where are your servants?
Renewal is rare;
raw rage and raucous rifts are rampant.
Restore us, Love; bring rest.
together we roam,
trudging rough river roads,
sharing rooms, argument free.
Receive our tears; refresh us, Love.
Royal Brother, where on earth
can your friends recover?
Dare we risk retreat from the rush?
What surprise will rally us?
When will you return?
you birthed us for mirth,
ripened us through rays and rain.
Ready us now for wrestling,
forever ardent in Love.
From ruin we rise,
resuming the journey
over rocks, undeterred
by unruly roots or rash roars,
writing rave Love reviews.
Quieting Love, you never quibble.
Thank you for equipping us
to relinquish quarrels.
Tranquil Love, you vanquish all our qualms
and quell every quandary.
Quintessential Love, who can quantify or qualify,
squelch or squander your quicksilver?
Unique Love, you are
equal to any quest or request.
Pure Love, we pray all people pursue
your purpose, your promise–perfect peace.
Priest of Love, in deep sleep prepare us
for paradox–patience shaped by pain.
Pierce our apathy, Prophet of Love;
please help us up from our pits and dumps.
Pristine Love, preempt our presumptions;
prompt us to pause, perceive, and proceed.
Spirit, occupy prisons and all
spaces that push or pull us apart.
Keep us poised in praise of your powers,
playful, passionate, pregnant with hope.
Oh Love, only holy one;
most broken, most potent,
most torn, most whole:
all adore you.
Hope’s rosiest odor;
throne room’s door and window opener;
ocean of down home consolation:
all invoke you.
Own our souls, most honored one;
probe our enfolded motives;
bowl egos over.
All worship you, Bold Love.
Attention, hungry ones: Love
nourishes children, women and men;
none who know Love remain needy.
Good news, patients and friends: Love’s
nurses can strengthen nerves and numb pain;
nothing intrudes on contentment.
Listen, noble neighbors: Love
nurtures native nerds and naive nuns;
no inclination is ignored.
Notice now, everyone: Love
nudges knitters, kneelers and nappers;
no one’s name is anonymous.