“If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.”
When men flew to the moon, you were with them. When they beheld the beautiful and delicate home that you have made us, rising over the moonscape, their hearts were filled with joy and awe.
If men and women fly to Mars, you will greet them there.
If the aliens from Alpha Centauri land in their flying saucers, when they disembark, we will behold the faces of your children.
Your hold us and comfort us in our deepest grief. In our joy, you laugh with us.
God, help us to find you and feel you and know you in the most difficult place of all, in the ordinariness and routine of our daily lives.