“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands” (Isa 49:15-16a)


O Divine Lover,

How relentless You are

in drawing our attention to Your devotion to us:

You embody Yourself in planets and worlds,

in creatures and beauty

and You fill our lives with colour and with joy.


You decant Your desire for us

into the hearts of our friends and families

and touch us through their comfort and their compassion.


Yours is a subversive, uncontainable love, O Beloved.

It finds us even when we try to hide;

It reaches us, though all the world

would seek to build walls against it.

And it has invaded our hearts,

softening them and igniting love for You in us.


We praise You for this love.

And we bring the love-token of our worship in return.