February 15: Spring Is on the Way Prayer

As days start to lengthen and nights shorten,

as winter’s snow and ice begin to melt,

as temperatures rise above freezing,

we are reminded of the great cycles of life.

We are reminded of season following season,

of change as the only constant in the world.

We are reminded that something is stirring

even in the most frigid and fearful of times.

Let us take a moment of silence to start to feel

that tingling sensation of things just beginning to change. [pause]

Though winter may not yet be done with us,

we know that spring is on the way.

Though the forces of fear and cruelty are still at work,

we know that love will find a way.

Though the path ahead is cloaked in darkness and uncertainty,

we know that, as we take a step forward,

the path will rise to meet our feet.

May we walk this path together

with love in our hearts and a song of solidarity on our lips.

Amen! 

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