A prayer when feeling fragmented.
Gather me spirit,
Gather me into this moment,
A moment of quiet and solitude.
A moment to set aside the addictive scrolling search for connection or meaning or distraction.
Here I am.
Gather me spirit,
Gather me from my worries,
From the lists and loose ends that are waiting for me when I wake and from my need for them to make me feel important and worthwhile.
What good is it if I gain the whole world but lose my soul?
Here I am.
Gather me spirit as I choose to be gathered and to gather myself.
From the far flung corners where I am wandering lost,
Having given myself away too much,
Too soon,
To busy battles that are not mine to fight.
Here I am.
Kind spirit,
Gather me kindly,
Speak softly to my fear that nothing holds together.
Disaster waits darkly in the wings and if I stop spinning for one moment everything will finally fall apart.
Speak softly to my fear that if for once I stop wandering and quietly come home I will find nothing but a hollow empty shell.
Wise spirit,
Gather me wisely,
You who know me better than I know myself.
I do what I can.
I come,
I sit,
I turn off the screens.
I give my time,
My attention,
As much of my heart,
Mind,
Soul as I know as I can.
I dare to believe in my substance and yours.
I dare to be found.
Please do what I cannot.
Gather me into the shape that has always been mine and the shape I can become.
Gather me to you,
The centre that holds.
I am here.
I am yours.