I long for a gathering that would bring our voices together again. I long for a gathering in this hour that would bring our hearts lovingly before the Lord in Unity.
God, I am praying for your Holy Breath through the power of Your Spirit, that we may be filled today with Your Oneness. Bend us towards you, convict each of our hearts of sin and help us to repent. We are humbled before you in confession. We depart from you when we do not love, when we judge and when we create false boundaries. Our pride is a mask that blinds us and leads us into a land far from you.
Bring us home, Father into the tent of Your everlasting Love. Gather us as your family. Be the Air that Breathes hope and new life into each of our lives. Lead us into tomorrow with courage, strengthened by Your Presence.
Lead us from fear and secure our hearts in the temple of Your Eternal Understanding. Call us home to Your loving Security when we become separated. Guard us against temptations of this world that fan the flames of your adversaries and lead us in the paths of Righteousness.
Forgive us when we depart from You. Forgive us when we forget that You are the Air that we Breathe. We pray to be in Your Holy Presence. May Your Holy and Living Breath dwell in our hearts in this and every moment. Be the cause that walks before us in our lives. Lord, unite us in the name of your love, in the Name of Your Son, Jesus Christ. Amen.
28th December 1961: Twelve-year-old Suzanne Cullingford keeps one hand on her ballet slippers during a nap at the Royal Festival Hall in London. She and the other young members of the Festival Ballet have been ordered to take a nap between performances of Tchaikovsky’s ‘Nutcracker Suite’. (Photo by Peter Hall/Keystone Features/Getty Images)
When I danced, I felt the sweep of a such wind Catching through all motion’s tone All on the call from the notes sweet roam.
When I danced I felt moments before all began The breath before a pulse to start Muscle, aim and the form would join heart.
When I danced I felt joy freed in a gift Spacious, open and light as a lift Shared beyond measure, farther than space Not of my own, but another, of grace.
When I danced for a sweet time, I was young, mortal kind,
afloat in God’s air gifted this, such a dare in life’s wondrous most cherished
and lovely graced prayer.