In the grace of a stretch, or the ache of tired muscles,
the smell of coffee,
the feel of our feet on the floor,
baptism’s water on our hands when we wash them,
we know you, O God, in the fullness of your embodied presence.
For those whose hands are searching for lunch in trash cans,
or who feel the rain as they sleep outside,
for those who cry out for loved ones,
and those feeling the smooth metal of coffins as they make funeral plans,
come, O God, in the fullness of your consoling presence.
For our world, lost in patterns of oppression,
comfortable with injustice and indifference,
believing in might more than kindness,
come, O God, in the roaring of your transforming presence.
In the name of your Presence, Amen.