Remembering, O Light, that your sign of mercy is my sign of trust,
from horizon to horizon, sunrise to sunset, mountains to seas.
Taking a deep breath in, letting trust reach down to my toes.
Remembering, O Life, that your time of patience is my time of wilderness
through tumult and transgressions, and at last into the care of angels.
Releasing a long exhale, reaching wide for the nearness of angels.
Remembering, O Love, that your torn heavens are my torn heart,
breaking logic and sense and explanation for a moment of delight.
Receiving the fragments of heaven, shaking loose the need for repair.
Be generous with signs in the wilderness
and mercies in the morning, O Promise,
until remembering is a steady blessing
that flows like a wide river toward peace.