|The Bradford Pear trees bloom on a glorious, spring-like day.|
Lord, we see your handiwork all around us:
every contour of hill and skyline is shaped by the forces of creation.
Forgive us for our idolatry of privilege,
for loving things and using people,
rather than using things and loving each other.
Let us place our feet in the path of peace
and set our shoulders to the wheel of justice and healing.
Let us sing a song of gratitude and praise,
and humbly return to your ways, O Christ.
Like little children, let us run to your embrace
and rest within your love, O Holy One.
Lord, you are our refuge and strength:
we lift our hearts before You as we pray.