God of our every day, friend who will walk our way, light who can change the focus of our seeing, capture our heart and mind, be in the work we find, till all we do becomes your mode of being. Speak to our spirit's void, hands that are unemployed, lives that are lived without a true direction: gifts that are hid, unearth, lift us to know our worth, that in ourselves we see your own reflection. Shine through our winter's grey, break through depression's day, live through the little deaths we die in growing, meaning for whom we grope, home of our strongest hope, power and peace, through all creation flowing.