“Just when you seem to yourself
nothing but a flimsy web
of questions, you are given
the questions of others to hold
in the emptiness of your hands,
songbird eggs that can still hatch
if you keep them warm,
butterflies opening and closing themselves
in your cupped palms, trusting you not to injure
their scintillant fur, their dust.
You are given the questions of others
as if they were answers
to all you ask. Yes, perhaps
this gift is your answer.”

A Gift by Denise Levertov (1923 – 1997)

“The whole earth sings praise!
Wild wind whips glory,
babbling brook skipping sings,
green field davening sway.
The smallest ears pick up the tune
that pulses through all things.

Oh God, Maker of all,
let my life move with
the earth songs beneath my feet
and the star songs above my head.
Let my heart jig and caper like a young lamb.
Let my soul sing and sigh and signify.

No corner of the earth is apart from Your power.
Everywhere a woman may roam,
she will see the signs and hear the songs:
Each day a new day.
Each moment an opportunity.
Each step,
each listening step,
a step in hope’s direction.

How may I live my gratitude,
but with humble attention,
with an ear quick to listen,
gaze penetrating to see,
a heart ready to love,
hands eager to bless,
with a mind slow to judge
and probing to discern,
with feet that move
in hope’s direciton,
dancing earthstar
songs of praise.

So be it.”

Psalm 66 Redux by Carla Grosch-Miller

“Above all, trust in the slow work of God.
We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay.
We should like to skip the intermediate stages.
We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. And yet it is the law of all progress
That it is made by passing through some stages of instability
And that it may take a very long time.
And so I think it is with you;
Your ideas mature gradually – let them grow,
Let them shape themselves, without undue haste.
Don’t try to force them on,
As though you could be today what time
(that is to say, grace and circumstances acting on your own good will)
Will make of you tomorrow.
Only God could say what this new spirit
Gradually forming within you will be.
Give our Lord the benefit of believing
That his hand is leading you,
And accept the anxiety of feeling yourself
In suspense and incomplete.”

Teilhard de Chardin (1 May 1881 – 10 April 1955)

For Beltane

“I am the one whose praise echoes on high.
I adorn all the earth.
I am the breeze that nurtures all things green.
I encourage blossoms to flourish with ripening fruits.
I am led by the spirit to feed the purest streams.
I am the rain coming from the dew
that causes the grasses to laugh with the joy of life.
I call forth tears, the aroma of holy work.
I am the yearning for good.”

Hildegard von Bingen (1098 – 1179)

For Earth Day

“The trees breathe for you, the bees buzz for you, the mycelium burrows deep into the soil for you. Our ancestors knew how to live in accordance with the truth
of our interdependence and we must learn how to do the same. We must sink down into the structures of our cells to find what was embedded by generations of those who stood in the dignity of their rightful place as stewards of the earth. When the hush of a woodland’s silence raises the hairs on our necks, or we feel an expansiveness arise in our heart-space when standing on the precipice of a cliff or canyon or mountainside and breathe deep, we can touch that remembering. The salt that gathers on our skin, the tears we shed, the breath that flows across our lips are all manifestations of how profoundly we are connected. The earth dwells in the water that steadies our cells and in the marrow that runs through our bones. Our interconnection was known to our ancestors, and it is our duty to remember this now. We must seek to become intimate with what is indiscrete and divine, for the sake of this planet, our only home.”

From Unearthed: On Race and Roots, and How the Soil Taught Me I Belong by Claire Ratinon

“Splendors of the spring world,
uplift me.
Peonies, you slow-motion fireworks,
beguile me.
Sunday sky, the color of a newborn’s eyes,
regard me.
Starry night, the color of opals strewn across rain-soaked earth,
enchant me.
Fields of spring, sweetening the air,
calm me.
Glory of iris, pulsing in my pupil like the warm blood in my wrist,
astound me.
All you realities of the spring world,
call to me.
Man on the street corner talking to himself,
beguile me no less than peonies.
Woman recovering slowly from deep hurt,
move me no less than the expanse of the sky.
Child without either shoes or good guidance,
teach me.
All you parts of nature, human and floral, elemental and mysterious,
silence me.”

Spring Benedicite by Mark Belletini

For Easter

“Easter. The grave clothes of winter
are still here, but the sepulchre
is empty. A messenger
from the tomb tells us
how a stone has been rolled
from the mind, and a tree lightens
the darkness with its blossom.
There are travellers upon the road
who have heard music blown
from a bare bough, and a child
tells us how the accident
of last year, a machine stranded
beside the way for lack
of petrol, is crowned with flowers.”

Resurrection by R. S. Thomas (1913 – 2000)

For Holy Week

“The standard of Love is a high one.
We all rebel, and some are clueless.
They are not just or generous or truthful
They spend their time plotting to get ahead;
they plunder the world and do not share.
I hate this—but I am not innocent. Though I try to share,
to be just and frugal,
most of the world points its finger at me.

Your love encompasses us all—strong
like the mountains, deep like the sea
You give the priceless gift of life.
We take refuge in the shadow of your wings
We feast on the good things of the spirit
And see our aching world through your soft light.

Help us to find this happy place
to be true of heart and not so proud
Help us to live well and fairly
unseduced by the wickedness around us.”

Psalm 36 Love and the World by Christine Robinson

For Lady Day, 25 March

“Even if I don’t see it again—nor ever feel it
I know it is—
and that if once it hailed me
it ever does—
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t—I was blinded like that—and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.”

Annunciation by Marie Howe

For the Vernal Equinox

“O Sacred Balance, poised at true,
in this season when night and day are equal,
by moonlight and sunlight,
come with your holy searchlight
as I survey the different calls on my life.
Be in my discernment of time as I go between world and home today.
Help me to discover my need
for busyness and rest,
for solitude and togetherness,
for self and other.
Be the deep well within me
fluidly moving between discipline and mercy,
that I might live in the ebb and flow of your rhythms
knowing that there is a time for all things.
Make me steady in my day as I set forth this morning.”

From The Celtic Wheel of the Year: Celtic and Christian Seasonal Prayers by Tess Ward