God, who created by a word, wake me and make me attentive to the present moment. Help me to measure words as precisely as a cabinet maker with a micrometer. Take my feet on a holy wander to see what you want me to see. May my words express wonder and reveal what is within. Give me a multihued palate to delight in the taste of life. Tune my ears to hear the scratch of every secret. May memories swell with each scent and each touch feel your vibration. Help me grasp the inscape and not just gaze at the skin Give me empathy when I encounter entombed trauma. Let me not be a locust in the swarm focused on my bite of the pillage but know who I am: a pilgrim on his way to a home yet unknown. Let me know who I am and what I am to do and with whom. Amen.
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