May 17: New ness of This Day Prayer

We give thanks for the newness of this and every day,

for the chance to begin, if not with an entirely clean slate,

then with one clean enough to give us space to breathe,

to ponder, to center ourselves, to embrace a fresh start.

We give thanks for the eternal mystery of this moment

in which everything exists and unfolds all at once—

even memory existing only now, enmeshed in the present,

surrounded by constant, continuous, everlasting change.

Let us pause to sense the nearness and newness of now.

May we be present to beginnings even amid endings.

May we be open to all the moments of our lives.

And may we dwell in breathtaking wonder now and always.

Amen!

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