This year on All Hallows' Eve we hallow Your name anew, Heart of All Homes, Joy Singer, Home of All Hearts, Peace Pray-er. On All Saints Day we give thanks for faith parents who risked all to build Your unseen city, Dear Servant of All Servants.
Above angst, beyond anger, our child spirits dance with You, Mother of all Love-breathers. Winded, we nestle, unstressed, drawing strength from Your heartbeat. Join us, tribes of quiet hope.
Highest Power, hear our muffled pleas. We're entrenched, bogged down in self-dug holes, can't see each other, much less You, Love, but our sorry hearts hear Your pardon. We tarnish and break Your Golden Rule yet You retrieve us from bleak tunnels, transport us to Hope's High Holy Ground. Like flood victims awaiting rescue, like refugees seeking asylum we yearn for Your New Day, Creator!
Christ, ages ago You achieved Peace but peacemakers are still brutalized. Creator, Your devotees are shunned, pinned down, penned in, yet we persevere. Pick us up, Love! Break fear and hate locks; show us ways to thwart money-god's ploys.
Blessed be fear-facing ones awestruck by Love Joy to and from Love-directed spouses Simple bliss with fruit of hand, heart and womb GLobal Shalom, become our highest goal
Home Spirit, come light up tents, apartments, kitchens, bedrooms with children's bright voices. Love Spirit, without You, communities, churches, families, marriages shrivel. Peace Spirit,Your nightly gift of sound sleep dissolves tensions, frees our inner powers.
How can happy endings ever happen in heartlands where hearts are torn from the land? Tears of all tribes fall, watering hope seeds. Who will wake up corporate sleepwalkers? Come, Peace and Justice Chief, start the harvest.
Spirit Lifter, we know there's no cloud nine but surely You'll keep us on high ground. Love Light, raise our sights to ancestral hills encircling Heaven-Come-Down encampments. Peace Propeller, widen all no-fly zones; empower non-violent resisters.
Divine Rescuer, without You we get frantic, bite nails, panic, caught in ego's endless conflicts. Holy Love, but for You, our lives become constant climbs, karma traps. You retrieve us from doom cycles. Help Beyond Hope, we worship You!
Lifelong child heart eyes look up, trusting You, Divine Parent. Love's eager servants lift prayers for slaves of money's empire, laboring in Congolese cobalt mines, choked by graphite dust in rural China. Loving Creator?! Raise up fair traders; remove abusers at every level.