O
Christ,

God so loved the world
that he gave to us
his only son.

You are the one 
 we can see  
and touch
and love.
 
  You are the Word—
speaking softly in creation,
 whispering to our own deep souls.

Thank you
 
Deo Gratias,
Gracias,
 Danke.

 Father in heaven,

I ran into you early this morning when I caught a glimpse
of the crescent moon through the kitchen window.
And in the news: some good updates 
from schools today.

Later I saw you when Al, a homeless man,
taught me once more about gratitude.
When laughter diffused tension,
 co-workers worked extra,
and the budget
balanced.

Your “messengers” come
early and often,
it seems.

God, thank you.
 Keep me open to them.

No place exists
where grace
is not.

Whether we are alone or with others,
in storms, churches, or beaches,
you are there, O pure love.
Pour that grace
into us.

 Do not leave us ever.

Whether in
birthing rooms
or on deathbeds, or
at all the places in between.