Tonight let my weariness and my resentments settle down, molder, turn back to dust, back to those elements of love and care that were catalyzed with salty grief and turned into a hardness of heart. Hurt already, why should I carry it day in and day out, especially when I know well how that hurt slips into my tongue and my hands to cut someone else? No, accept this offering, Mercy and Compassion, and permit me to leave these worrisome biting flies of rage right here, right now. Permit me to open my heart to a gentle breeze of hopeful dreams and of loving thoughts, so I might be kind when I need to be, so I might tend the great work for justice, so I might be truly generous without reserve, because I am not always splitting my attention between this bitterness and what is truly needful. Open my heart to greening possibility and to vibrant joy, to the wonderful surprise that could be in the next moment, and to a continuously singing gratitude for so much that is good, so many to love, so much I might yet do, so wonderful a life there is to live. Amen.