Dear Mother God,
you held me at my birth.
You sang my name, were glad to see my face.
You are my sky, my shining sun,
and in your love there's always room
to be, and grow, yet find a home,
a settled place.
Dear Brother God,
in Christ your love rings true.
The mighty, high and haughty lose their sway.
Your service, free from servitude,
draws out a love that, strong to give,
can show and tell, inspire and live
a better way.
Dear Sister God,
you give the listening love
(when people meet, and trust, as sharing grows)
that murmurs yes, and yes again,
as sighs and hurts too deep for words
are hailed, embraced, accepted, heard,
and courage flows.
Dear Father God,
with strong and gentle hands
you plant, and prune, and tend the living earth.
Your will be done, your freedom come,
till none exploit, or win, or lose,
but cherish life, and spread the news
of second birth.