The morning prayer meditation was simple. A Gaelic prayer. “Bless, O Divine my face, let my face bless everything; Bless, O Divine, mine eyes, let mine eye bless all it sees.” Driving to work I was so conscious of everything and everyone I saw. I pondered how my face and my eyes were offering blessings. To think of such gifts radiating outward was overwhelming. Actually, that is an understatement. The day passed with the prayer hovering around me as I greeted everyone and everything. I am not sure who was the one offering blessings and who was receiving. How different our world would be if that was our prayer and intent I mused.

Then to come home and discover a potentially nerve busting crisis. I worked my way through it and tried to remember the morning prayer. When all was done, I stepped outside and there she was. The precious moon behind a thin veil of pink clouds holding off the black storm clouds. I could not help but ponder how that simple little prayer was like the essence of the moon. Her face blessing all she sees. Her vigilant eyes with a loving fixed gaze watching over all. With my little hands to my heart I bowed and whispered “thank you.” And I stood upright, the morning prayer ebbed effortlessly into the evening prayer: “Bless, O Divine, my face, let my face, like the moon bless everything through the dark night of earth and soul. Bless, O Divine, mine eyes, let mine eye, like the moon, bless and call forth the tides of hope and faith in all it sees.”

Amen…. and so it is.