In the world of Nature’s weaving
Words and plants reveal their meaning
Through a way beyond perceiving
Life as only surface truth.
Let your eye be single, Jesus urged,
See behind Earth’s many things;
In the place of all you long to own
Choose the sight awareness brings.
O golden doors now open wide
Revealing myst’ry’s grace,
The grace beyond the imaged word;
Beyond all time and space.
This body knows what it is like to have a nice house and a good job
It knows what it is like to feel uneasy about being wealthy
If you want to be happy
Let go and trust God
Finding pleasure in sharing wealth.
The dough is rising,
The frond unfurling,
The people’s hope is growing
For justice everywhere.
To God the process, God the life,
To God compassion’s spring,
To God the boundless way of love,
To God in everything.
Hungry for meaning?
Thirsty for purpose?
Leader: Blessed be God, the Source of all Being.
People: Blessed be God, the Breath of the Universe, the Wisdom behind Nature and the Scriptures.
Leader: Blessed be God, the Way of Reconciliation and Healing.
You are the Process, God,
The movement without end.
You are the Rhythm God,
The dance of loving friends.
Beyond the boxes we create,
Beyond each image we can spawn
The process river flows along
To sweep aside the now outworn.
This, my song, a skeptic’s hymn,
ode to mystery within,
Sung to you no one can prove,
dwelling there, as real as love.