Holy One you are my shepherd;
I shall not want.
You make me lie down in green pastures;
you lead me beside still waters;
Things change. Seasons turn. Life goes on.
But your will for our wholeness is steadfast.
You shepherd us through dark valleys,
but we shall come to green pastures.
On this first day of a new season
I open my heart
to your turning of the earth within me,
the always-renewing of life.
The shadows I see are not everything.
The valleys I pass through are not the end.
All things you renew, all things you transform.
I give myself up to your shepherding.
You bury the seeds of joy in me.
I pray for trust.
I wait with you for their fruiting.
I pray for hope.
Fully present in this present moment,
I surrender to the gentle tipping of the earth,
the green pasture I can’t yet see,
your unseen grace emerging even now.
March 19, 2020