All Is Not Well

a dozen egg cartons piled on a linoleum floor, wth broken eggs spilling out their contents

O God who gave us life and death, you hold us in your hands. You cradle us in our need, and you push us into growth. We confess to you that all is not well, that we grieve the loss of many things and people. All is not well, and we hurt in part because we cannot make things better for ourselves, for those we love, or for the world. All is not well, and we find it easy to succumb to despair.

And so, O God, we pray for healing, and for strength and courage, and for grace to meet this day and this world. We pray to find you in the midst, and to be cradled by you once again. Hear now our silent prayer.