Our eyes search to see as you saw.
Our hearts yearn to know as you knew…
Be light for our darkness. Be dawn for our new day.
∼ Raphael Consedine, pbvm: Presentation – Mary of the Dawn
This is what was bequeathed us:
This earth the beloved left
Left to us.
No other world
But this one:
Willows and the river
And the factory
With its black smokestacks.
No other shore, only this bank
On which the living gather.
No meaning but what we find here.
No purpose but what we make.
That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:
Turn me into song; sing me awake.
∼ Gregory Orr: How Beautiful the Beloved
May God, who comes to us in the things of this world,
bless our eyes and be in our seeing.
May Christ, who looks upon us with deepest love,
bless our hearts and enliven our loving.
May the Spirit, who perceives what is and what may yet be,
bless our minds and sharpen our understanding.
Many the Sacred Three bless us all
and be our centre, our focus, our practice and our feast.
∼ CF Jan Richardson: In the Sanctuary of Women pp. 192, 199