Prayer for America 09/27/05

Lord, there's a big old harvest moon hanging low in the sky, and the stars look so close you could reach out, grab a fistful, and touch heaven for a while.

They're bringing home the harvest, Lord. And soon, as if at some secret command, the leaves will turn to gold then red, fall in the chill wind, and hide the bareness of the fields until spring.

But tonight the sky is halo-bright, lit by a sacred lamp, a gateway to the stars. You feel so near on nights like this. We feel so close to others, too, knowing the same moon is lighting up all of America. Tonight, it's all one sky, one God, one people, all giving thanks as we gather in our harvest.