God, I met the creation groaning and it is me.
Forgive us our mental distance from the rest of creation, our objectification of honey bee and GMO seed, our indifference to animals except the few who are companions of humans, our expectation that economics will heal botany, or politics, biology, and that our generation will not be inconvenienced.
Forgive us when we subject all of creation to futility, bondage and decay and forgive us when we lose our hope in what we do not experience.
Hear us as we pray with through the Spirit who still hovers over all of us. Amen
Words of Grace
A day is small,
a seed is small, a drop of water,
the laugh of a child
whose foot is tickled by grass –
small, small, small.
Creation groans and giggles
and we who notice,
receive our forgiveness and anticipate
God’s first fruits –
repentance, hope, an apple.