Spirit,
Spirit of life,
We are here with wounded hearts open,
Empty,
Lost,
We turn to you
By turning toward each other,
And feel your presence,
And yet
Have so many questions,
So much confusion,
So many concerns,
And fears
And want to know
Why,
And how,
And when,
The hurt
Will stop.

Spirit of life,
Reside in us each,
Remind we are never alone,
Filled with the hurt
That reminds
We too are still feeling,
Still aching
For peace
And love,
That we believe,
That we know
Is possible.

Hold us gently,
As we gather closer together,
Comforting each other,
Healing
Each other,
Inherently worthy,
With dignity,
each of us.
Hold us,
Hold us still.

Blessed be,
Amen.