Bless the soil beneath our feet, the sky
overhead,and make us one with it. We are catching on, catching up with ourselves,
Creator God, and catching a whiff of the garbage we're burying ourselves beneath.Catching,too, a
glimpse of the fading streams and trash-strewn
seas we have long ignored.
Bless and use our reclamation efforts,for it isa task we can't accomplish alone. With your
help,we can bind up and reclaim this poor old
earth. We feel whispers of hope in the winds
of changed hearts and minds, for we recall your
promise to make all things new---even this earth we shall yet learn to tend.
We are grateful for another chanse.
