With Dirt on Our Hands ~ Rev. Dr. David Breeden

Come into this moment

as if stepping into a garden at dawn,

quiet, tender, open to what may grow.

Let compassion be the flower

we bend toward.

We return as if returning to the soil,

hands in the dirt,

willing to tend what needs tending.

Here, today, we gather

to remember:

that the most delicate blooms

require daily care.

That attention is the water of love.

That we are still learning how to care.

Come.

Let us begin again in love—

tending the garden of the heart,

and the heart of compassion.