Sabbath Prayer Part 5

Days pass and the years vanish and we walk sightless among miracles.  Fill our eyes with seeing and our minds with knowing.  Let there be moments when your Presence, like lightning illumines the darkness in which we walk.  Help us see, wherever we gaze that the bush burns, unconsumed.  And we, clay touched by God will reach out for holiness and exclaim in wonder, How filled with awe is this place. Prayer from Jewish Sabbath Prayer Book 

And we like clay touched by God...

God's DNA etched upon our lives.
God's fingerprints pressed upon our hearts.
God's presence woven like a thread into the fabric of this day.
God's colorful creation upon the canvas of life we all paint and seek to create.

The prayer is an echo of Genesis 2....where God sinks God's fingers into the soil to craft and create the first human.  It is good to note that the word in Hebrew is the generic, non-gender specific for human...not just "man".  As a matter of fact the word human comes from humus meaning earth or soil.  In our soul there is the soil of the earth.  We are made up of the same stuff as star dust.  And because energy can neither be created or destroyed...just recycled...we are living proof of resurrection, new life, formed from the energy of yesterday for this day.

God takes, touches the clay to fashion and for creation.

We are formed in loved to be love in this world.
We are formed in creativity to be creative in this world.
We are formed from the earth to never forget the good soil in our soul.

Yet, we don't always live out the profound and powerful truth placed upon each one of us.

So, I suggest we remember by buying Play Doh...or actual clay if you are bit more serious and sincere artist.  That every day your prayer time takes time to touch the clay to remember that glob speaks a profound truth about who you are and whose's you are.

When we do that, I think we can touch holiness in a beautiful way.  We can live out of a beautiful place.  To be sure, it might not solve every problem in the world.  Most of the mystics and faith people of the world have been honest about their own limitations.  After all...I really am just a lump of clay.  An amazing lump of clay that can run, type, make jokes, cry...and one day will cease and return from the good earth from which I was born.  And that truth for me sings out from my soul with good news of great joy this day.

Grace and peace ~~