Prayer to the Unseen

O Beloved Spirit, 

From where does the wind start?
Does it stir awake in some heavenly vat
And shush through the trees on its way to
Some undisclosed destination? 

And from where does the breath start?
Does it lie in wait within the womb
Until its cry of release
Into this star-sourced bath of light? 

And from where does the Spirit start?
Does it steep in a cauldron of Beforeness
Until unleashed through the
Fiery veins of the human heart? 

O confounding Mystery—
everything we can’t see,
so vital to everything we can.
May the Unseen recharge weary ways.
May the Unseen revitalize depleted dreams.
May the Unseen rejuvenate the soul’s calling. 

O confounding Mystery—
Every wind, every breath, every Spirit 
so coy with its bare beginnings
forsaking us to a wealth of wonder.
May the Unseen recharge weary ways.
May the Unseen revitalize depleted dreams.
May the Unseen rejuvenate the soul’s calling. 

O confounding Mystery—
What we don’t know defines 
how little we truly know.
And thus this time-bound journey 
Into a quest for that which is timeless—
To see and be seen.
To hear and be heard.
To know and be known.
To love and be loved. 

O Beloved Spirit
May the Unseen recharge weary ways.
May the Unseen revitalize depleted dreams.
May the Unseen rejuvenate the soul’s calling. Amen