God of every lover. God of first kisses and last kisses, God of every caught eye, every shortened breath, every longing sigh.
God, you know our love and you know our lovers.
Teach us to love like you love. Profligate and unrepentant.
Teach us to love with discernment and grace, with justice and truth.
Teach us to love with unstoppable hearts and a love for our own limits.
Teach us to love better the people we love okay, and teach us to love a tiny bit the people we don’t love at all.
Entice us, entrance us.
Invite us, romance us.
Catch our eye across the crowded bar, swipe right on the tinder profiles of our broken, beautiful lives. Leave us some secret-admiring notes by that song coming up again in our heads, by that cat crossing our path again, by that wild troublemaker making noise at us again.
Cause our hearts get tired sometimes.
Our hearts get tired when our friends can’t love each other openly.
Our hearts get tired when people can’t live in the bodies to which you have called them.
Our hearts get tired when hearts break under the weight of illness or hate or greed.
Our hearts get tired sometimes just from living in the world.
Call our name again, Divine Lover, you who know just what turns our heads.
God of every lover, give us fresh and loving hearts again.
(*Feel free to adapt that part about Tinder if that’ll confuse folks in your ministry setting.)