The specter Covid continues cutting its eerie swath across planet Earth, felling many with infection and death. Yet, some poopoo safety precautions for the old way that strangled spirit and spawned multiple diseases and crimes, that ignited flash-points of anger among warring nations. In my perception, such conditions served as an impetus to Covid’s outbreak and ensuing mayhem.

In desperate straits, we cry out with the Cosmic Christ:

Our Father who art in heaven—Within our depths, we seek the center-point of Your silence, its balm for the rancorous voices, within and around us.

Hallowed be your name—Before Your inexplicable holiness, we prostrate ourselves on the ground, eyes closed, arms outstretched. We wait for what we know not.

Thy Kingdom come—We yearn for color-flushes of Power within your sphere that eviscerate diseases of mind, body, and spirit besetting planet Earth. Within that Power, we draw fresh courage and continue praying.

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven—Another realm exists beyond ours. To access it, surrender of our willfulness and self-absorption must occur, followed by the prayer of humility and honesty and simplicity. We change, the freshened world pulsating around us. Then we demand—

Give us this day our daily bread—And we are fed spiritual nourishment which fortifies our steps across sandy wastelands of disease, one day at a time—as did the ancient Israelites. We continue asking—

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us—We own violence to ourselves and to others, then beg forgiveness; such energize us to forgive others and repair rifts in the social fabric, made even more fragile by Covid’s infection. Our part does matter.

And lead us not into temptation—Its multiple faces of despair, discouragement, and pessimism can plummet us within Covid’s insanity, if not wary—No matter the hardships, within its wake.

Deliver us from evil—We pray for discernment to avoid the allure of evil in its multiple disguises.

For Thine is the Kingdom, the power, and the glory, both now and forevermore— Despite the cloying darkness of Covid, we rejoice within the freshness of the Sacred. We thrive under His protection.

 Amen—And so it is.