Great Spirit, I am your vessel; your Breath is flowing through me.
I am the hand; you are the nerve, you are the poem.
In my prayer I am your vessel. As I rise and serve the world I am your vessel,
as I talk on the phone, eat my lunch, grateful for its taste, bend over my shoes,
as I stand against evil, embrace the outcast, honor the cashier,
smile gently at a stranger, pray for light and peace, close the refrigerator door,
you see through my eyes, you breathe compassion through me, you create a world through me.
I become the flesh of your love, the tissue of your desire, the speaking of your Word.
Great Spirit, your Breath flowing through me, I am your vessel.
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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