Great Spirit,
I am your vessel;
your Breath is flowing through me.
I am the hand;
you are the nerve,
you are the poem.
In my prayer I am your vessel.
As I rise and serve the world
I am your vessel,
as I talk on the phone,
eat my lunch, grateful for its taste,
bend over my shoes,
as I stand against evil,
embrace the outcast,
honor the cashier,
smile gently at a stranger,
pray for light and peace,
close the refrigerator door,
you see through my eyes,
you breathe compassion through me,
you create a world through me.
I become the flesh of your love,
the tissue of your desire,
the speaking of your Word.
Great Spirit,
your Breath flowing through me,
I am your vessel.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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