His hands can shape through ours
And our sounds can somehow echo what God has ever
said…
His mind can shape through ours
Our bodies – and the earth – are like clay. Is
that not so, my
dear
St.
Teresa of Avila
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Ah dear children
“We are stardust, we are golden”
We are salt, we are yeast, we are light
Make no mistake
For all our fear, for all our greed
Despite our flawed belief
That life is an endevour we must undertake
Alone
We are instruments the Sacred
Clay to be formed
Vessels built to contain
Love
We are the hands and feet of God
We are the voice crying in the wilderness
“you are loved”
It is a matter of clinging
to Jesus as a vine clings to a branch
let the life force flow
through us
Separated
we become dry and brittle creatures
dry branches trodden underfoot
by the powers of the world
Detached we are
Tossed and blown
Deceived
But we can cling to God
Knowing that God clings to us
It is there, deep down
At the center of who we are
The presence, the spark,
the power and love
that permeates us
transforming
restoring the image
until love is the natural expression
of who we are
and we join the sun, and the moon
and the stars
and all creation
in proclaiming the glory
and love
of God
and we transform rather than
conform
bringing a little bit of heaven
to earth
leading the way back
to the garden
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