Your Spirit, O Creator God,
your brooding, bright, imagining Spirit,
has brought us –
and all that was, and is, and ever shall be –
has brought us into being.
Your Spirit, O Creator God,
your brooding, bright imagining Spirit,
has called us beyond being,
has huffed and puffed, tugged and shoved,
has kneaded and molded us beyond being into life.
Your Spirit, O Creator God,
your brooding, bright imagining Spirit,
is inviting us, cajoling us, entrancing, inducing,
yes, even seducing us, beyond life into creation,
into imagination, into all the shapes and hues,
the textures, postures, melodies of grace.
So let that flaming, flagrant Spirit
be afire now among us here.
Lift our imaginations through the laughter of the soul.
Restore to us our poetic vision,
that we may see this world anew
as your mighty work-in-progress,
that we may see ourselves as others see us,
that we may see you, the unseen God,
as the source and goal and heart of all delight.
Through these moments of welcoming,
of sustenance, of encouragement, mirth and wisdom,
move up, across, among us once again
with your Spirit of inspiration and of ecstasy.
We ask this in the name of the living Word,
that Word we seek and find and lose,
and then are found by.
Let us say . . . AMEN.
