Blessed are you who work with goodness who stand for the right who live in truth. For you come to know the Friend who dwells in the secret room of your heart.
You are like an acorn planted in fertile soil that grows into a mighty oak. Your work blesses others, you radiate love; joy delights your heart.
O Holy One,
I hear and say so many words,
yet yours is the Word I need.
Speak now,
and help me listen;
and if what I hear is silence,
let it quiet me,
let it disturb me,
let it touch my need,
let it break my pride,
let it shrink my certainties,
let it enlarge my wonder.
~ from GUERRILLAS OF GRACE by Ted Loder with thanks to Anne Strader
Gentle me,
Holy One,
into an unclenched moment,
a deep breath,
a letting go
of heavy expectancies,
of shriveling anxieties,
of dead certainties,
that, softened by the silence,
surrounded by the light,
and open to the mystery.
I may be found by wholeness,
upheld by the unfathomable,
entranced by the simple,
and filled with the joy
that is You.
~ from GUERRILLAS OF GRACE by Ted Loder with thanks to Marjorie Michael
