Humbled

Holy Creator of Life: You give us the beauty of the earth with all its glory and splendor. We move through each day oriented by the movement of the earth, the rising and setting of the sun. We are nourished by the plants that grow from the soil touched with rain.

But we also know disorientation. We now feel the loss of direction because of the force of nature. At such a time we have trouble feeling your presence. Like the Psalmist, we cry out to you and lament the loss of lives. We feel what the Psalmist meant while writing: "So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom." (Psalm 90:12).

Even while we may feel your absence in our lament, we trust you to be the One who grieves with us and who is present in the touch of each of us, their brothers and sisters, who offer hands and hearts to rescue and to rebuild places and lives. May your healing love be felt through us as we remember and reach out to those in need. Amen.

Prayer by Rev. Barry Lewis, pastor, Sewickley United Methodist Church, Sewickley, PA, as presented on FaithfulAmerica.org, an NCC-sponsored web resource

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I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

--Kansas