We pray for love to encompass us
for no reason save that we are human,
that we may blossom into persons
who have gained power over our own lives.
We pray to stand upright, we fallen; to be healed, we sufferers.
We pray to break the bonds that keep us from the world of beauty.
We pray to be open to our own true selves.
We pray that we may walk in a garden of purpose,
in touch with the power of the world.
Praised be the God whose gift is life,
whose cleansing rains let parched men and women rise again.
— Mishkan T’Filah