Dear God, the morning presents me with a question. Shall I walk toward you, or away? Shall I stay in my dwelling place, or go out to greet your dawn?
Lord, these cushions on which I rest enfold me and loom as walls. Let me stand and go out from here.
Put in my heart an active love for others, be they in groups or single, far or near.
Your message, Lord, it spreads through contact. Make me ready to touch others.