Springtime Prayer

O Dancer of Creation,
the earth awakens to an urgent call to grow.
In the hidden recesses of my wintered spirit
I, too, hear the humming of your voice,
calling me, wooing my deadness back to life.

Lover of all

Lord, lover of life, lover of these lives, 
Lord, lover of our souls, lover of our bodies, lover of all that exists . . .  
In fact, it is your love that keeps it all alive . . .