Prayer of Storytelling

A shelf of very old books, their spines in black and red and tan.

Spirit of Life and Love, Holy One of our Being and our Becoming, That which is Sacred Within, Among, and Beyond Us…

We know so many stories about You: God, Lord, King, Father. Earth Mother, Great Spirit, Universe. Holy Parent, Divine Love, Deepest Longings, Covenanted Partner.

We know stories about our country and its founding, too… of the values we claim as a People. We have stories about those narratives; about how our values have and have not manifested in our reality.

Blessed One, we also know so many stories about ourselves, some of them the same stories we tell about others: Beautiful, Ugly, Simple, Difficult, Joyous, Useful, Worthless. Stories about who we are, what we know, and the potentials and impossibilities of our future. Stories about our purpose and the meaning of our lives. We have countless stories buried too deep in our souls for us to even recognize them.

God of Discovery, help us find the strength to excavate those buried stories. Let us lean on one another as we brush them off, hold them up to the light, and find their meaning and use. May our roots nourish us, so that we might grow abundantly and flower into blessings for one another and the world.

Above all Holy Parent, sing us a gentle lullaby...
In the trees and the wind, in the kind words of our neighbors, in the warmth of the sun and the sparkle of the snow, whisper to us the truest story You know, and sing it to us in notes we can never unhear. Remind us every day, every moment, that we are beloved, beloved, beloved.