May we, each individually and collectively,
with the journey of compost.
May we be present with the decomposition,
to let go.
May we be courageous and active to being fertilizer for the next generations.
May we be purposeful and bold,
making choices not out of survival or comfort,
but from our love for all that is good and true.
And may we be curious, engaged, and on the lookout for new growth.
May we be delightfully surprised, and touched to the core of our heart,
When we see how you, O Holy One, are birthing Your New Church.
We see a garden ahead of us,
The garden of the New Jerusalem,
with the river that flows through the city,
giving truth and quenching thirst,
to all who seek it.
The trees with leaves that heal the nations.
We see twelve gates,
welcoming all to enter and
come and take the water of life freely.
where there is no temple,
where God is the center of the city.
And in this garden,
I do believe,
there probably is a
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