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Sundays after Epiphany
Prayer
Pastoral Prayers For All Seasons
From the bleakness of our souls, O Lord, we turn to you. Our dark and empty mood leaves us frightened of the possible outcome of our days. We abhor the thought that we would become a shell, a front, a flat picture completely devoid of any depth or dimension.
Our emptiness isn't our desire. We have run and are running now in life's race hoping to win a coveted winner's wreath. It isn't that we have set our sights on hollowness, or that we wish to become shallow. Nonetheless, we find ourselves far from the spiritual home we dreamed of -- lost and naked of spirit.
Our emptiness isn't our desire. We have run and are running now in life's race hoping to win a coveted winner's wreath. It isn't that we have set our sights on hollowness, or that we wish to become shallow. Nonetheless, we find ourselves far from the spiritual home we dreamed of -- lost and naked of spirit.

