March 1: Open Ourselves Prayer

At a time when we feel we must guard against oppression and violence,

how do we let our guard down enough to experience both fear and joy?

In an era when we feel we must close ourselves off from harm,

how do we open ourselves to goodness and healing?

At a moment when we feel we must don protective armor,

how do we loosen that armor just enough to let love in?

Right now, in this place of relative safety and warmth,

in this place of caring and compassion,

let us a take a moment of silence to imagine

dropping our guard, at least a bit,

opening ourselves up, to the extent that we can,

and removing our spiritual and emotional protective gear

so that we can feel the joy of being together.

Breathe in peace.

Breathe out love.

Throughout the rest of today and the days to come,

may we remember with each breath 

that we are held in compassion

and that love and peace are available to us 

in each and every moment of our lives. Amen!

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