Beloved, from the bleakness where we struggle to perceive or remember the dreams that have called us forward always -- the dreams of doing and the dreams of sharing and the dreams of tending this earth, this life we have, with wonder and joy and kindness and generosity and wisdom -- when we struggle to perceive or remember these and so many other dreams calling us forward, may we be reminded of them well, casting our hearts toward our highest aspirations, toward our faithful promises whether spoken or silent, toward the airy places where hope dances. Beloved, each day offers us new opportunities to make hope real, to plant it and nurture it in the least expected places, to grow that expectation like slowly restoring a piece of ground ravaged by storms. Especially when those storms that have eroded the life of a place are by human hands and human policies, may we hold on hopefully to undo the wrong that has been done, to bear healing day by day, and to refuse to be turned back and turned away from the good that can be, from the wisdom of restoring hope and enoughness day by day. So many are in need, Beloved, in body and spirit. Together, may we tend these worthy dreams by tending this hurting earth, these hurting cities, these hurting peoples and creating together the blessings we can only begin to imagine. Amen.