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All That Touches Me Is Holy

Divine the wind that riffles in my ear.
Divine the breeze that lifts my hair
and brushes with a kiss the face
I raise to thee. Divine the sun 
that dawns for my enlightenment 
and sends me on the course thy wisdom 
has designed for me. Divine the earth 
supporting me. Divine the human family.
All things that give me shape and form
are of thine image, Love Divine, and nothing
touches me except Divinity.
Thereby do thine angels shelter me and thereby
keep me safe, the guardians of thy vigilance
and messengers of perfect grace; for them,
accept my prayer of thankfulness
and that of all thy children,
wrapped in sea and sky,
the garments of thy power,
the fabric of thy peace. Creator, for
thy bounty, which alone can quench our
thirst and satisfy our longing; for thy gifts
unearned—no recompense is sought, none 
is required; and for the great wheel turning,  
turning ever higher, that has brought us
to this day and hour, to this geography,
and to thy truth—we lift our hearts 
to thee in praise and gratitude.
Amen.

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