In the midst of all things–where alpha ends and omega begins, and the swirl of yesterdays give birth to this day–we seek the voice of your blessed Spirit.
Ah, there it is, in the tempering breeze against the heat,
and the cry of the hungry belly.
It is there in the groan of our task lists,
and in the melody of stews that simmer and bubble.
It is there in the clang of a jail cell door,
and the pleading rattle of change in a tin cup.
It is there in the caress against the cheek,
and the battle of the cricket bands nestled deep in the grass.
Quiet our ears and our hearts to hear the holy invitation to be reminded of all that you are, and to discover all that we are.
There, in the midst of life, we receive the gifts that you bestow with careful abandon.
There, in the midst of death, your grace permeates our broken and grateful souls.
There, in the midst, we love.
Anne Fraley is rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in South Windsor, CT. A life-long dog-lover, she escapes the demands of parish life volunteering for animal rescue groups. She occasionally succeeds at reviving her blog at reverent irreverence.
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