Filler of the Holy Spaces,
who draws us towards the light and warmth of Your city,
You invite us to shelter within Your embrace.
Within the nurture of creation,
the salve that stills
the tumultuous tides of our emotions and anxieties
caresses our skin and thoughts.
Tumbling from anger and tears,
You cool the quaking thoughts
that calm words may be spoken.
Surfing the foaming waves of misunderstanding,
You point towards the the shallow tides
for pause and reflection
that common ground
and a grasp on the pervading reality
might burst into sight.
In the uproar of our world,
You are the firm fortress of truth and hope.
In the dimming light of winter,
gloom pervades our thoughts,
and at times we fail to look for Christ’s light
and instead wallow
in our misunderstandings
and misplaced trust.
Too quick to come to ponder on words or thoughts before us,
we make snap decisions,
and run headlong into hurting and miscalling others.
Too willing to point out the faults of others,
we fail to recognise how we have let others down.
Then terrified and afraid
of the reception we will receive
we withdraw and hide away,
until all we can do is turn to You
and hope for Your love to cast its light
upon the possibility
of a different day,
found in Your grace.
May we know the coming of Your days.
May we be lead to fruitful and abundant living,
that declares the presence of God
in our words and activities.