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.)
