A Psalm of Resurrection

O Creative Spirit, Quickening Fire,

You who moves me out of my apathy:

To you I ascribe all wisdom and potential.

There were times of darkness, times of confusion,

Times of pain and silent suffering.

In times such as these, I have turned from you,

Relying instead on my own feeble abilities,

On my weak attempts to take control.

I thank you for leading me out of myself;

When I reached the end of my strength,

You saved me from myself.

You offered me visions of a new world;

You put a new song in my mouth.

Blessed be the God of second chances.

Blessed be the God of reason and purpose,

of spontaneity and holy abandon.

Blessed be our God - ever ancient, ever new.

(c) 2010