Cosmic Gardener,
You who have tended me from a seedling
And are preparing me for harvest,
I pour out my gratitude to You
For sowing in me the seed of Life,
For watering me with steadfast Love,
For pruning the deadened parts of me
And in your mysterious efficiency
Nourishing me with the compost
Of my own error.
Let your will be my trellis,
Let it guide me in the way
You would have me grow:
Strong in faith,
Lush in love,
Beautiful in spirit,
Fruitful in works,
Nutritive to the world,
That I may be a blessing
For the people I love
And for all whom you place
In my path.
Amen.
Whenever has the world been at peace? It's a miracle that any of us survive for any length of time. If Mother Nature or Father Time takes me out of the game, that is fine. But to meet your demise at the hands of another human is beyond reprehensible. I suppose it's all relative as whatever awaits us after death can only be peace.