Summer God, you dance in on golden sunbeams.
Like soil that must be plowed or turned over,
so I must prepare to receive your warmth and
the planting of your message in my heart.
Open me to receiving the seed of hope
and the promise of growth.
Plant your Spirit deep within me
and make my life fruitful and bountiful. Amen.

- Larry James Peacock
Openings: A Daybook of Saints, Psalms, and Prayer