Lover of Life meet me here in the garden of my soul for a few moments out of the hustle and buzz of the day. When I meet the destroyer, it is in the whispers of my own heart, calling through the cacophony to be more productive, to do more with this one precious hour, this one precious day. The truth is, as you know, Lover of Life, that this day is holy, this hour holy, this day precious and precious indeed this hour. But it is not precious only for doing. The garden of my soul reminds me of the wonder of being, leaving me prostrate with awe for the starry firmaments and breathing in the song of life sung by this earth. Lead me to understand what is truly needful and to do that: to bear mercy and to make refuge, to love mightily and live generously, to do and to be, in awe and in thanksgiving all my life. Amen.