Every valley shall be lifted up,
and every mountain and hill be made low.
What I have mounded up, O God,
what I have heaped for keeping,
level out and shovel off to fill another’s need.
What I lack, O Graceful One,
the cracks and canyons, the crumbling arroyos
of my will, smooth out, to make passage.
What great heights I face, O Humble One,
the steeps and crags I can’t traverse,
bring low, and come near.
What emptiness I hide, O God,
the pits and cavities and swallowings
and ditches of my heart, fill in with your grace.
Of the power and riches I grasp, relieve me,
that I may know the glory of your grace.
The shame and poverty I bear, redeem,
that I may know the blessing of your presence.
Transform this world, O God.
Begin with me.
December 2, 2020