O Christ, our Morning Star, Splendour of Light Eternal, shining with the glory of the rainbow, come and waken us from the greyness of our apathy, and renew in us your gift of hope. Amen. Bede the Venerable

You, all-accomplishing Word of God are the light of primordial daybreak over the spheres. You, the foreknowing mind of divinity, foresaw all your works as you willed them, your prescience hidden in the heart of your power, your power like a wheel around the world, whose circling never began and never slides to an end.

Mother Spirit, Hover over our chaos, Nest in our community, Burn in our greening limbs. Help us believe the rock holds springs; the sea, a path on dry land; the wilderness, frequent shade. Fuel our resilience, sustain our hope, tease our curiosity to step into the impossible.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge

Grant a resting place to the souls of the faithful in the arms of our ancestors, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Feed them in a fertile land and by the waters of comfort, in a paradise of joy and in that place from which the broken heart, sorrow and sighing have flown. Make them rest in

Dear God, Please enlarge our hearts to love each other, to love our neighbor, to love our enemy as well as our friend. Dorothy Day (1897-1980), American journalist, social activist