Wheat feels the dawn

Lord God, in you alone our trust and peace, our love and our longing, glow bright with hope. Lift us above this short life on earth, above pleasures that start and stop, this moon that wanes and these seasons that fade. We turn to you, like wheat on an eastern hillside that feels the dawn under night’s lingering cover, bending and stretching to the sun before it can see it. Lord God, we can’t see yet, but we know. In love we wait with patience and longing, and loving and longing like this, we pray: your will be done on earth as in heaven today, as it was yesterday, and so tomorrow. Love offering love on a fire that love keeps burning. Amen.