March 22: Emerging and Opening Prayer

Let us pause for a time of stillness

to consider our experience of Spring.

Spring is a time of emerging and opening:

plants and flowers emerge from the ground

and open to sunshine and rain.

Animals emerge from hibernation,

opening their senses to a season of growth.

And *we* emerge from our coats and blankets,

opening our hearts and minds to new possibilities

Let pause now for a moment of silence

as we consider what we might be emerging from

and what we might be opening to.

May the light of spring open our senses

to what is happening within and around us.

May the warmth of spring open our hearts

to caring and compassion.

And may the hope of spring open our deepest selves

to healing, wholeness, and transformation.

Amen!

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